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2:30pm, Sunday

As I lap my water, it dawns on me that our friends must have already left. There is certainly little noise coming from the living room so I deduce I mustn't have heard them leave. Being in bondage sucks time like a black hole, particularly when my sole focus is serving my owner.

Master told me I had been bound for two hours, but it could have been two minutes or two days. He also told me I have just four hours of my punishment to go. The prospect fills me with excitement and dread in equal measure. I feel tired yet I plough through it to serve, knowing it's not up to me when I'm allowed to take a rest. He knows I wouldn't want it any other way.

"Rub my feet," he demands as he hangs them over my muzzle. I sniff, allowing the grassy scent of his paws to infiltrate my senses. I shudder in delight, shifting my position so my nose can go deeper. After another long sniff, I look up at him, perched on the bed directly above me. I break into a smile.

"What are you waiting for, bitch?" he demands as a globule of spit hits the top of my head. "Get to work!"

I gulp before I start massaging his paws, tracing delicate circles around the periphery of the first digital pad. I pull my fingers towards the middle, applying a pressure that elicits a relaxed sigh from my Master above.

"You're so good at this," he says, moving his paw to the right to give me easier access to the second pad. I repeat my technique, his soothing purrs their own reward. My eyes tilt upwards as I continue my work, intrigued to discover the full scale of his bliss. I see his head thrown back on the pillow in ecstasy, his eyes closed and his tongue lolling out. He is clearly enjoying the moment. I feel my sheath tingle in response. What I wouldn't do to get that tongue on my cock.

I move over to the third pad and repeat, taking care not to brush the short delicate fur in between his pads. I worry I have as his paw begins twitching and his toes become flayed, but he just moves his foot closer to my face in response. On cue, I bury my nose into the centre and inhale once again, allowing myself to bathe in the scent of a springtime meadow. I feel the tip of my cock kissing the warm air of the dungeon as he starts to rub his paw over my nose. I melt into heaven.

I exhale and suddenly he snaps his paw back.

"Hey, that tickles!" he admonishes before bapping my nose with his foot, partly in play and partly in seriousness. "Now lick it!"

I do as I am told, tracing my tongue around each paw pad before scooping into the centre, applying as much pressure as I can muster across the chapped skin. His pads feel abrasive against my tongue, but my saliva provides all the lubricant I need.

He groans louder, his voice echoing around the walls of the dungeon as I become totally consumed with the task in paw. My cock rises as the warmth of my breath combines with the earthy smell of his pads and I lose myself in the humidity of a warm summer's day. I close my eyes and wash myself in it, becoming immersed within its cloying stickiness.

I keep licking, the moistness on the breeze intoxicating as Master flares out his paws so I can get maximum coverage. I keep going. My tongue aches but my passion is undiminished, knowing this is the least that my Master deserves. I feel my tail pounding against the floor as I work, moving in rhythm to the moans from above.

Suddenly, he wipes his paw down my muzzle, coating my fur in that thick grassy scent before he moves his other foot towards me. I steady it in my paws, contemplating the delicate lines on his cracked footpads as I prepare myself to lick for a second time.

"Ah ah ah," he chastises, anticipating my eagerness. He waits, each second increasing the torture. "Lick!"

I roll my tongue around my muzzle to build up more saliva before diving straight into the heart of the paw. I huff, that same earthy smell reminding me of home, as my nose and tongue move delicately around his pads. I start from the bottom this time and work my way up, licking radially from the metatarsal up to the digital pads.

I hear his moans once again, louder and more content, as he pushes his paw deeper into my face. I keep licking, despite my increasing tiredness, aware that my role is only to serve. My tail is still wagging, perhaps more ferociously than before, as it responds to the joy emanating from the bed.

He pushes his paw deeper still and I respond with more hunger, determined to deliver all he desires. I feel my erect cock pushing hard against my belly, bobbing in time to my lapping at his feet. I blot it from my mind despite its distraction as I slip into a state of total submission.

I feel cocooned from the outside world, which is why I am shocked when he suddenly takes his paw away. My heart sinks but rises once again when he reaches down and pats the top of my head.

"Good girl," he says. "Good girl."

He passes me my water, allowing me to lap at it some more, before he rubs his paw down my muzzle once again. My cock rises further as I imbibe the mixture of our scents, feeling that we are together in perfect harmony.

"Now," he continues as he jumps down from the bed. "I think it's time for a little interlude."

I gulp, not sure what he means by 'interlude'. I cock my head as I follow his motion around the room. He walks over to the cupboard and picks up a couple of lengths of rope, testing them for springiness before putting them back.

He does the same with a few more lengths, and again with some more, before settling on a pair which are fluorescent pink. He walks over to me, brandishing them like nunchucks, as his frame becomes a fuller part of my view.

"On your feet, paws behind your back!" he demands and I scramble to the request. I stare straight into his eyes, spotting a wicked glint within, which is betrayed by the smirk that is slowing making its way over his face.

My breathing gets heavier, the anticipation weighing me down as it grasps at my chest and squeezes it tightly. Master chuckles before moving behind me, twirling the rope in his paw as he goes.

Seconds later, I feel the threading of rope between my two cuffs, followed by an unmistakable tightening. He lets the rope drop to the floor, the dull thud causing me to jump. He then gets on his knees and threads the rope through my two leg cuffs, pulling it taut before letting it run loose once more.

"Down!" he says and I get on my knees, the rope shortening between my four limbs.

"On your side!" I do as I'm told, sinking and twisting to my left. He then pulls my legs closer to my wrists and completes the final ties. I try and move my legs, but they do not budge, and I know very quickly that I'm in a hogtie.

Master looks down at me and pushes me nonchalantly with his paw, knowing there is little I can now do to resist. I roll onto my back, like a turtle being tipped upside down, as my face looks up at him etched with my futility.

Master guffaws before his paw pulls me back the other way, digging into my chest so I roll onto my side once again. He lets me keep rolling onto my front before his paw applies a firm pressure on the back of my head. I feel my muzzle being pushed into the floor, my erect cock doing the same.

"Now then, bitch," he says. "I'm still not done with you. I think it's time you got to work on my paws once again."

My cock pushes hard against the laminate as I hear him pull up a chair. I lift up my muzzle and see a great paw straight in front of me. He angles it upwards so I can get to his pads. I sense that familiar earthy scent and my cock pushes some more as I wiggle like a caterpillar to get nearer to his foot.

"Come on, you can get closer than that!" he says as I drag myself across the floor, the friction doing little to abate my arousal. I look up at him and huff before continuing the task, finding the exertion surprisingly tough.

"Do you want it?" he says. "Show me how much you want it."

I whimper, desperate to savour that delicious scent.

"I can't hear you!" he chides and I whimper louder, looking up at him with pleading eyes.

He laughs heartily. "Oh, go on then," he says before sticking his foot right into my face. I sniff greedily, letting myself drown in the aroma before I trace the gaps between his paw pads with my tongue once again.

"Careful!" he says and I apply more pressure, pushing the fur down and splaying his digits. I trace the higher contours of each pad, swirling circles that collapse around the edges. Again, I hear my Master's moans and this only encourages me to lick even harder.

Time becomes condensed as I worship at his feet, ensuring every inch of his paws is fully served. I feel my sheath tightening while my tail starts to wag, enjoying being at one with his delectable scent.

"You're enjoying this, aren't you girl?" he inquires and he chuckles at my response, muffled as it is between his heavenly pads. He tilts his foot down and pushes it further towards me, teasing my muzzle open with the curvature of his paw.

My tongue laps up and down each individual claw, their roughness doing little to quell my desire. He moans louder as his paw slips deeper, slowly inching its way into my welcoming maw. I groan as I soon feel its full expanse inside me. I start to suckle. I close my eyes and live in the moment, our moans combining in erotic symphony.

"That's enough!" he suddenly says, breaking me out of my trance. I open my muzzle, allowing him to remove his paw. I whimper in sadness as my snout crashes to the ground. My breath condenses on the floor as a wave of tiredness suddenly consumes me. I hear him stand up and reach over me before a tug on my binds sees my arms freed from my legs.

"Stay!" he demands as I hear him pad off into the distance. A minute later he is back and towering over me once more.

"Stand!" he exclaims and I jump to my feet. I quiver as I am met by another sinister smile.

"Aww, adorable," he says and I curse him under my breath. How can he read me so well?

I look down and notice he has got some more lengths of rope, which he proceeds to guide around my chest and my shoulders. Soon he has formed a harness and he pulls my bound hands to meet it, connecting them with another rope to the small of my back.

"Lie down," he says and I do as I'm told before I feel a second harness being constructed around my waist and my hips.

"Bend your legs," he continues and again I consent before I feel my ankles being pulled even closer to my rump. He then ensnares them in the harness around my waist and my hips, forming a tight package from which I cannot escape.

I gasp as I feel another rope being tied to the harness around my chest. I try and steal a look, but I cannot see over my shoulders, not until they are pulled backwards and I start being lifted off the floor.

The same manoeuvre is repeated with the lower half of my body and soon I am floating in mid-air. I look at my Master, who pushes me gently, causing me to swing back and forth effortlessly. I have never felt so helpless or alive. My cock responds by rising proudly from its sheath, eliciting a chuckle from the one in control.

"Someone seems to be enjoying this," he laughs before swatting my exposure with his paw. I flinch. "Now, what are we to do with you?"

He clips a lead onto my collar and walks back towards the chair, sitting down before raising his paw to my face. I inhale that heady aroma for the third time today, pre dribbling from my cock and dripping onto the floor.

"Lick!" he demands as he pulls my lead tighter, forcing me towards the heart of his paw. My tongue is out to meet it, but suddenly I am lapping at air as he loosens his grip and I start to move backwards.

"What's wrong puppy? Don't you want it?"

I nod vigorously, hoping I'll be permitted to imbibe once again. I hear Master laughing before feeling another pull on my collar. This is accompanied by yet another chuckle.

I fly towards his paw, the pads dominating my vision the closer I get, but just like before I am unable to reach. The chuckle becomes a laugh as the tension is released and I shoot helplessly back from where I came.

"Aww, poor poor puppy!" he says. "Such a shame. And you look so needy too."

I whimper louder, hoping he'll show mercy, but none is forthcoming.

"No, it's okay. You clearly don't want it. Perhaps you want this instead."

My heart leaps as my Master gets to his feet, his crotch now at such a serviceable height. My heart quickens when I hear the undoing of a zip before I see his plump cock unsheathed from his pants. My tongue lolls out in anticipation as more dribbles of pre cascade to the floor.

"Yes, sir!" I shout, but the scene is then broken by a knock on the door.

"I'm going to head off," a weak voice says from the other side. It takes me a few seconds to snap out of my submission before realising it's one of our friends bidding us goodbye. I hear the door handle turning and my heart only pounds harder. The basic rule of bondage is you don't interrupt a scene.

"Thanks for letting me use your Wi-Fi, I really needed to..."

I look around to see a confused red fox standing in the doorway. My Master glances over to him, keeping a firm grip on my lead.

"I... I didn't mean to interrupt anything," he stammers. "I thought all the fun was last night."

"Not at all," my Master says. "Come in, you might as well enjoy the show."

The fox stands there for a few seconds, weighing up his options, before Master pushes him further. "Please take a seat," he says gesticulating to the chair he has just vacated.

Our friend shuffles over, unsure what to make of the scene. He silently sits down as Master turns his attention back to his captive.

"Now," he says as he grabs his cock in one paw before rubbing it over my muzzle. He then takes a step back. "Do you want this?"

He pulls my lead tighter and I spring forward as if enhancing the affirmation my voice had already expressed.

"Slut!" he says as he waves the tip in front of my nose. I inhale deeply, savouring the scent of sweat, piss and lust, forcing more drops of pre to trickle down my own engorged cock.

"Open wide!" he demands as he lets go of my leash. I zoom backwards before he takes hold of it once more, pulling it towards him so I can get closer to my prize. I open my muzzle in anticipation of taking his length and soon his warm meat sits upon my tongue.

I see him take the lead with a second paw so he has greater control, while I close my eyes and enjoy his cock in my mouth. With Master controlling my movement, I don't have to bob, instead I just go with the flow at the speed he desires.

This frees me up to concentrate on my technique as I wrap my tongue around his pulsating length. I feel his desire as he pumps deeper inside me, saliva dribbling down the sides of my mouth. Soon, the drips from my lips are at one with those from my dick as two pools of thick fluid coalesce on the floor.

Master keeps pulling and still I keep pumping, my lips wrapped around his delicious shaft. The harder he tugs, the deeper my nose gets into his crotch, with the smell of his fervour becoming ever more intoxicating.

I groan into him as I feel my own cock yearning, the desire for relief becoming overwhelming. I try and hump at the air but know it's a futile act, yet this doesn't stop me from pining for my own blessed release.

I whimper as I feel a familiar twitch on my tongue, my Master's panting becoming increasingly jagged as he gets closer to the edge. I keep pounding the air but the restraints are doing their job, so I try and focus on making my wolf come. He does the same, thrusting hard against the back of my throat, forcing my muzzle wide. Trails of saliva dribble down my jowls, as he yearns for his hunger to be satiated.

Then suddenly I feel a warmth in my loins, an enveloping embrace that wasn't there before. I try to steal a peek but I cannot see under myself, although I notice that the chair is vacant once more.

I gurgle as a fire is lit in my crotch; a conflagration that spreads quickly out of my groin. I try to focus on the cock pounding away in my muzzle, the telltale twitch reminding me that Master is about to explode. It's hard though, so hard, but I am a good girl and I'm aware of my role.

I groan as electricity crackles through the entirety of my body, the feeling of my friend's tongue setting light to my passion. A howl in the air signals Master tipping over the edge as I prepare to accept the warmth of his love. Hot seed splashes against the back of my throat, just as my own climax starts to increase. I quickly swallow his load, knowing I don't have long left, and yet I still lap at his cock to squeeze out every last drop.

It's only a matter of seconds before I shoot ribbons of come into my friend's muzzle as my whole world shakes against the anchors of my binds. I whine, but I am gagged by my Master, whose cock is still stuffed deep in my maw.

Then there is nothing but heavy breathing cutting through heavy silence. Master removes himself from my mouth and my friend backs away too. None of us have the desire to move very far. It's as if the three of us are connected in this magical moment, the only sound the slight creaking from the frame as I swing in my binds.

Seconds pass into forever as no-one dares break the perfection. I sigh and close my eyes, floating in ecstasy, enjoying the gentle breeze kissing my sensitive cock. Beneath me I hear movement as my friend backs further away, while Master is only a couple of steps behind. I open my eyes and spy the two of them heading for the door, leaving me to hang in the air like the used toy I am.

I whimper, but no-one acknowledges me. I hear the flick of the camera as it whirrs into life before Master turns off the light and makes his way out of the room. I'm left floating in the air, alone with my thoughts as a final dribble of come drops onto the floor. The plop echoes satisfyingly in my head as I keep playfully swinging, reminding myself I am just here to be used.