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Catfood - Episode 24 - Tryout day - Main Course, Part 1

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[Note: I (the character) have very good senses of smell and hearing and I can get a lot more information out of them than the average human could. Particularly my brain is able to process the echoes to give me a good idea where in a room I am and so on. I'm not a bat by any means, but I can handle myself pretty well without sight.

To simplify the writing, sometimes I (the writer) write about things when they happen even if it takes me (the character) a little while to figure out what had actually happened.

E.g. When a noise doesn't make much sense at that moment it occurs, but shortly afterwards I figure out that my master had picked up a specific item.]

Finally my master pushed his chair back a little and suddenly I was sure that the wait was over. I was a little anxious about sucking off a stranger I had never seen before, but on the whole I was eager to begin. After all, my sex felt hot and wet enough to cook in after all the stimulation I had to suffer through (relatively speaking; most of the stimulation had been quite pleasant) and I really longed for the release that my master had promised to me once I had pleasured him.

My ears swiveled forward, tracking the noise as he zipped his pants open. He moved back to me and suddenly the scent of his arousal hit me. He had put a bit of the cologne on his privates, but not nearly enough to mask the now much stronger scent.

My heart almost skipped a beat as I realized that I knew this scent, finally knew who my master was: Nate! Suddenly many of the weird and kinky things I had been made to do during the photo shot made sense. Much of it had been a test run for today, to both test me and to introduce me gradually to what I would have to endure (Oh, poor me!) today. All my anxiety dissipated; suddenly I knew who my master was and that he was somebody I could trust. I smiled in pleasure, wondering if I should tell him I had found out.

"But if my master is Nate, why the hell didn't I recognize his voice?" Thinking about this, I realized that his voice had sounded a little familiar. Now that I knew what to listen for, I realized that it was his voice, but it was strangely distorted. I continued to ponder the matter while I carried out my master's further commands and after a while I came to the conclusion that he must be using a voice coder.

[Note: A voice coder is a device that straps to the throat and modifies a person's voice. They are very expensive, at least the better models that can be worn inconspicuously. One needs a permit to own one, but that is not very difficult to get. Models that can't just modify a voice but match a specific voice (as long as the original speaker has a somewhat similar voice) are illegal, except in specific cases.]

"Get me hard." I pushed myself forward and extended my tongue until the tip touched my master's manhood. Somewhat unsurprisingly he was already at least semi-erect; a few probing licks told me that and also that he was hardening quickly. I dropped my tongue a bit lower and licked his scrotum. His pleasant and arousing scent filled my nose and filled me with happiness. I played a bit with his balls, lifting them with my tongue and letting them drop again: then I shifted my attention to his shaft. A long slow lick from the bottom to the tip was all it took to get him really hard. I had to push myself forward as far as I could go to plant a kiss on his tip. I gave him three more slow licks for good measure, one on each side and then another one in the center. Each time I got to the tip, I was rewarded with a few more drops of his precum. I enjoyed his taste very much, it turned me on and I found it more and more difficult to keep my paws from getting too enthusiastic. I had to fight to rein them in; otherwise I'd soon be in real danger of coming before my master.

My master moved his chair a bit closer to give me easier access. I kissed the tip once more and took it into my muzzle. Then I slowly moved my head (together with my whole upper body) closer, sliding my master's cock into my muzzle and over my tongue. My master didn't say anything, but his pleased noises told me he enjoyed my ministrations.

Suddenly the vibrator in my sex buzzed sharply. I gasped and stopped licking for a heartbeat before I remembered that this was the signal to increase my efforts, and then I obeyed happily. But all too soon my master reigned in my enthusiasm with the other buzz that was the signal to slow down.

He played with me for quite a while; it was difficult to estimate time, but probably 5 to 10 minutes. My master would increase the pace and then slow me down again. Slowly I got used to the commands and worked out how to interpret them best. The intensity of the buzzes he used to direct me didn't vary, but by using shorter or longer bursts he indicated how much he wanted me to vary the speed. I was getting more and more aroused, I was sure that by now my juices must have soaked my fur all the way down to my knees and I was starting to feel a little light-headed from inhaling nothing but my master's aroused scent. I couldn't help it, I was panting hard and it was getting a little hot in the enclosed space under the table.

I almost jumped out of my fur when the telephone rang. My master grunted in annoyance and stopped me with a long buzz of the 'slow down' signal. I slid my tongue under the pulsing manhood and took him into my muzzle all the way. His hair tickled my nose a little and I basked in the pleasant scent of his sweat and arousal.

I heard him pick up the phone and ask, "Yes, Shelly?"

_"Mr. Winter? He was supposed to come at 6, wasn't he?"

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"What?"

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He groaned, obviously not pleased with the answer, "All right, all right, send him up." Now it was my turn to groan in displeasure and frustration.

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"Bye, Shelly." I jumped a little when he slammed down the phone with excessive force.

"Aarrgh!" I think he was pissed and so was I. If we had to take a break now it would take even longer until I could finally get it on and it was already taking much longer than I wanted it to. My master groaned again, "All right, Jane. I don't have time to store you anywhere, so you'll have to stay where you are. Don't move and be quiet and you should be fine."

I cringed at the thought of kneeling naked and tied up under his table while he talked business with another male. While it is undoubtedly true that humans have a much less developed sense of smell than anthros, the scents of our activities were so strong, that I did not think that there was any way this Mr. Winter could fail to notice how my master had played with me unless he had a serious cold. But there wasn't anything I could do except sit tight and suffer through the embarrassment; anything I tried would only make matters much worse. And that was without considering how much any disobedience on my side would displease my master. He put a hand on my head and gently scratched my ears and headfur.

I didn't dare to move my head away and when my master didn't make any move to release me or to pack in his equipment, I made some noises to get his attention, but he only shushed me. I groaned and blushed brightly. Then the door opened and I froze like the trapped rodent I was._

My master greeted his guest, "Hello, Harold, have a seat."

"Thanks Arthur. Sorry to have to drop in unexpectedly, but I need your input for a problem that came up." So apparently 'Nate' wasn't my master's real name. I wondered what to make of that. But then I figured that it could be more than a little embarrassing for a corporate exec to be found out moonlighting as a porn photographer so he likely used a pseudonym. If his guest was surprised that my master didn't stand up to greet him, then he didn't show it

I listened to them talk for a minute or two, but I soon tuned them out. They were speaking in High Corporate and I couldn't make any sense of what they were talking about. Phrases like "Optimizing strategic deductions" and the like combined with names (persons, companies or whatever; all too often I couldn't even figure out which it was; or maybe they were code names) that didn't mean anything to me made the discussion altogether meaningless. Just about the only fragment that stuck to my mind was the phrase "Maximizing a resource" and that only because the it struck me that I could be called a resource in corporate parlance and that made me wonder that "maximizing" might mean in my case. All in all it was pretty boring.

I had been feeling kind of skittish since the telephone call and as the minutes dragged by and my master showed not the least sign that he was trying to end the discussion, I got more and more nervous. Holding still got more and more difficult and soon I couldn't stop fidgeting. I couldn't help moving my tongue back and forth every now and then and I just couldn't hold my paws still forever. Unfortunately there was only exactly one thing for my fingers to play with and that led to all kinds of distracting stimulations, which didn't help my concentration any. Initially the sheer embarrassment at having to hide from my master's guest under the table had cooled my passion a bit, but after a while my ardor began to return and suddenly everything turned around and my humiliating situation began to arouse me. If somebody had offered to do something to cut the discussion short in exchange for being allowed to whip me, I would probably have taken him up.

And then the buzzer in my cunt suddenly came to life for a second. I jumped in surprise. I had to force myself not to start panting, that would have given away the game rather quickly. My heart hammered. After a few seconds I calmed myself down again, sure that my master had only activated the buzzer by mistake. His cock had flagged a little during the enforced break in our activity, but not very much.

But he hadn't used the buzzer by mistake; a few seconds later came another buzz, longer and more insistent. This time there was no question that it was intentional. "Are you crazy? We'll be lucky if that guy doesn't notice what we're doing as it is, I can't suck you off without giving us away." Still, my master had given me a command and I realized that I couldn't just ignore it. I started licking his cock, going as slowly as I dared.

But it wasn't enough for my master; the buzzing came again and again, every time a little more insistent than before. Slowly and very reluctantly I increased the pace and sucked and licked harder. The buzzing in my sex had revived my ardor and I simply couldn't command my paws to be still while my muzzle teased and excited my master's manhood. I was getting more and more excited and I found it increasingly difficult to control my breathing. It wouldn't take much more and I would have to start panting so loudly our guest simply would have to hear me.

***Zap***

The vibrator in my vagina shocked me and for an endless moment I was paralyzed with pain. The momentary paralysis was probably a good thing; otherwise I might have trashed around or cried out. Or, even worse, clamped my muzzle shut with my master's member inside. The pain was horrible, but it lasted only a moment. And like a flash, it left an afterimage of non-feeling (that's the best way I can describe the feeling); when the vibrator buzzed again a few seconds later, I felt it more in my tailhole than in my sex.

My master hadn't told me about that command before, but there was no need. It could only mean one thing, and that was that he was getting severely displeased with me.

I squeezed my eyes shut and ground my teeth (mentally only) and redoubled my efforts. I wasn't sure if the shock was intended as a punishment or only as a reminder to obey better (in which case I didn't want to find out what the punishment would be), but I really didn't want to feel anything like that again. Quite obviously my master wanted to humiliate me by making sure our game was noticed by his guest. I had felt hardly any shame when I sucked him off in front of Tammy and Angela a few days ago, but now I felt extremely self-conscious at doing the same in front of a stranger.

When the buzzer in my cunt went off once more, I gave in to the inevitable and gave it everything I had. By now I was panting like a steam engine and masturbating the fake cock like a pro. I could feel my master getting close. Somehow I was still surprised when my master suddenly grunted and started spurting hot jism down my throat. I swallowed as fast as I could. The male taste excited me. I was dripping and getting close, by now I had completely forgotten about our guest and what he would make of all the noise we made.

Then my master stopped spurting and pulled out of me. For a moment my muzzle felt uncomfortably empty but then both vibrators went into overdrive. Fireworks started going off behind my eyes and then my whole body shook as I came hard. It was incredible, I almost passed out (I think so, I wouldn't bet any money on this, though) from the force of my orgasm. I was so charged up, I came again and again. I have no idea how often I came. After a while the vibrators cut out and then I slowly returned to earth. A few last aftershocks ran through me and then I relaxed, totally spent. I don't know how I know, but I was relatively quiet for such a powerful climax. Even though I was not gagged only a few squeaks had escaped my muzzle and those had been relatively quiet.

The fake penis which my fingers were still caressing suddenly started throbbing and then it spurted a hot and sticky liquid all over my back and headfur. It was so absurd, my brain almost refused to acknowledge that, let alone let me make sense of this. A part of me wanted to laugh, another part wanted to cringe in shame.

My master touched his penis to my lips and I obediently took him into my muzzle and began to clean him.

Our guest asked, "How was she?" I cringed in embarrassment; I was sure there was steam coming out of my ears. I hadn't expected to be able to suck off my master and have an earth-shattering orgasm myself without giving the game away, but having him talk about this as if it was the most natural thing in the world hurt.

"Not bad. She needs more training, but at least she's enthusiastic enough." I couldn't tell from my master's tone if he was pleased with me or if he was disappointed and that hurt.

"What species is she, a Mandrill?"

"No, she's a rat of some kind." My master said it as if he couldn't care less and that really hurt me.

"Ah, I didn't know those had such a bright red ass."

It took me a moment to connect the dots. "He can see me! He must have been watching me the whole time! How?" The sudden revelation embarrassed me to the core. If it had been possible I would have dropped dead. I wanted to scream in anger. I ground my teeth in frustration to keep stifle the scream. Almost, that is. I stopped my jaws just in time. My master's manhood was still in my mouth and I bit it a little, barely not hard enough to draw blood, but there was no way I had not hurt my master. As far as I could tell he didn't show the pain, at least I didn't hear anything. But he pulled out right quick and closed his pants again. My embarrassment was quickly replaced by fear; I didn't think for even a moment that he wouldn't punish me. In a way I didn't want to escape punishment, I felt that I deserved it.

My master stood up and asked, "Harold, wanna try her?" His voice was casual, just as if he was sharing a drink, nothing more. I squeaked in protest but I didn't dare to do more. I felt horribly humiliated.

"Sure. Anything I should know about her?"

"As I said before, she's got more enthusiasm than skill and her teeth are kind of sharp..." I cringed; on one paw it felt good that my master put the best spin on what I had done, on the other it shamed me even worse.

"I see. And you still haven't changed your stance on practicing safe sex?"

"No." Using a condom for oral sex? I don't think I had ever heard of that. And how was that related to my almost biting him? "I don't like it. It's just not as personal or fun."

"Suit yourself." The guest sat down on the chair my master had just vacated. He put a hand under my muzzle and lifted. He commanded, "Open wide." I opened my mouth as far as I could. He tested my teeth with a finger and said, "I don't want those teeth anywhere close to my most important bits without protection. Do you have a no. 3 anywhere?"

"Sure." My master walked in the approximate direction of where he had told me he kept his collection of torture instruments. I heard him open and close a drawer and then he returned. "Here."

"Thanks, Arthur."

Something metallic was pushed into my wide open muzzle. After a second I recognized it as a ring gag. "What the fuck!" My master quickly secured it to the harness. He tightened a few straps and locked everything tight. I couldn't move my jaw even one millimeter.

"Safe sex means the slave so she can't bite? Now if that isn't the most fucked up thing I ever heard, then I don't know what it is."

He opened his pants. Then he grabbed my muzzle with his right hand and my shoulder with the other and guided, no, forced my mouth close to his manhood and commanded, "Lick!" I obeyed, more in genuine fear than anything else. I didn't like his scent at all, I couldn't identify it, but there was a faint note of something utterly disgusting about it. I began crying silently, I had never felt so humiliated in my life. I had to force myself to continue licking his balls and the base of his penis. A minute or so later he was hard and he pushed me away.

He removed the hand from my shoulder for a moment to insert the tip of his cock into my mouth, and then he began to rock me back and forth, pumping in and out of my mouth. I couldn't do anything except try to keep my tongue out of the way. A moment before I had thought that my humiliation had been total, but now I knew that things could get much worse.

Suddenly I understood the difference between making love and rape, not just intellectually, but deep in my soul. I had enjoyed sucking off Nate, but what I had to endure now was torture. It didn't hurt much physically, but each time the loathsome piece of flesh was driven into my defenseless muzzle, it felt like a stab into my soul. I could do nothing but endure and shed silent tears.

I almost safe worded out, but then I decided against it. I didn't think that the Asshole could humiliate me much worse than he had already done and he didn't hurt me physically (much). Any minute now he'd shoot his cum down my throat; maybe splash some of it over my face, but I didn't think he would do much more than that. I didn't relish the idea of swallowing his come at all, but the alternative... He was clearly doing his best to humiliate me and I simply couldn't give him the satisfaction of chickening out as well.

Actually, the worst thing he could have done would have been to slow down and force me to come together with him. The toys in me continued to arouse me, but I was not really close to cumming.

It felt like forever and a day, but objectively he didn't take that long to come. He grunted and pushed my head back until the tip of his cock was just inside my muzzle. Undoubtedly so I would have to taste his loathsome jism as much as possible. Not being able to close my jaws made swallowing all the cum difficult. I got most of it, but some if it dribbled down my chin.

He pushed his cock back into my muzzle and commanded, "Clean me." I licked him as fast as I could, to get it over with. I simply can't describe how relieved I felt when he pulled his cock out of my mouth, closed his pants and got up.

"Well, Harold?"

"Thanks for letting me try her... but truth to be told I've had better. See you."

"Bye." With that he disappeared. The last little dig hurt me a little, but by now I didn't care all that much what he thought of me.

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The door shut behind my master's guest and I breathed a sigh of relief. My master stood motionless for a short while, and then he came to stand next to me and said, "Forward." He released the wheel lock and pulled on the frame my upper body was tied to. I shuffled forward eagerly. This scene had started out fun enough, but after the entirely unpleasant second part I was eager to do something, anything, else. Even the fear that my master would very likely punish me, possibly harshly, for hurting him with my teeth didn't faze me much.

My master commanded, "Stop." He walked around and stopped behind me and said, "Let's get rid of those toys." I spread my legs quickly and released the fake manhood, a little reluctantly, I must admit. I gasped when he disconnected the straps and the intruders shifted inside my body. I moaned in pleasure when he poked his fingers into my sex and, after an extraordinary amount of fumbling, grasped the vibrator and slowly pulled it out. A wet "plop", a final shiver of pleasure and suddenly I felt disappointingly empty. He said, "Here, hold this for a moment." and stuck the slimy object in my muzzle, right between the gag and the back of my mouth. The scent and taste of arousal excited and disgusted me. I didn't dare to spit out the vibrator, though.

He pulled on the strings connected to the butt plug. When it didn't come free, he commanded, "Relax your muscles." I tried my best, but in the end he had to exert a considerable amount of force to dislodge the intruder. I squeaked loudly when the intruder suddenly popped free and almost had an orgasm. If I had been just a little more aroused beforehand, I might well have come. I moaned pleadingly, but my master ignored my suddenly returned need. I came down from the short high and suddenly I felt even emptier than before; it felt almost as if somebody had scooped out my whole lower body. Thankfully my master didn't store this toy in my mouth while he detached the fake penis from the back of the harness. Then he got up, retrieved the vibrator from my mouth and walked away. I heard a series of little splashes; presumably my master had dropped the items in the sink.

He returned, untied me from the frame and helped me to my feet. He asked, "Are you ok, Jane?"

I nodded and to answer positively, "Ummm, Hmmm." I cringed; even I could hear that the tone of my voice left no doubt that I was lying.

One of his fingers touched the blindfold and he asked, "Did you cry?"

I hung my head in shame; somehow it felt as if I had let my master down by doing so. However, there was no denying it, so I nodded.

He released me suddenly, and then he wheeled a chair close. I heard him sit down and then he pulled me closer to him. He made me kneel on the chair with my knees wedged tight between him and the sides of the chair. He put something like a pillow on his legs and pushed me down. The pillow kept most of my weight off my extremely tender ass.

He unlocked the ring gag from the head harness and took it out of my muzzle. If felt wonderful to have that loathsome thing out of my mouth. I worked my jaw a bit to be sure it was still functional. I almost thanked my master, but then I remembered that I wasn't allowed to speak until given permission.

"That won't do. Hold still." Then he began to clean the drying cum off my muzzle. I could smell the slightly medical smell of skin-cleaning tissues. I blushed in embarrassment; it simply didn't feel right that my master had to clean me up. On the other paw, I was really happy to get that sticky stuff out of my fur and his fingers simply felt wonderful. Then he was done and gave my nose a last playful swipe with a tissue.

"I want to clean the fur around your eyes. Jane, can I trust you to keep your eyes closed while I take off your blindfold?"

After only a moment's hesitation I nodded.

"You may speak."

"Yes, Master. I will keep my eyes closed tightly." I would have liked to get a good look at his face, but then I had already seen him during the photo shot. And if he still thought that I hadn't recognized him, then I figured it best not to disabuse him of that notion. Unless he asked right out, of course.

"Good. This is important. If you open your eye even a cunt hair's breadth, then I will be very upset. I won't punish you, but I will treat this as if you had given your safeword and just send you home."

I shivered, right off the bat I couldn't think of any worse punishment. At least none that wouldn't put me in a hospital. I said very quietly, "I understand, Master. My eyes are shut tightly."

He detached the blindfold from the harness and finally I could see a little light. Not much, I had my eyes screwed shut, but it wasn't completely dark any more. I estimated that the room was actually lit quite brightly. I couldn't be 100% sure, being blindfolded had thrown off my sense of orientation somewhat, but I thought that the office faced south.

My master used more tissues to clean the tears out of my fur. Then he gently kissed my eyes and replaced the blindfold. I felt much better; his careful attention filled me with happiness and love.

He was apparently satisfied with me for the moment, and then I swear I felt his mood change a second before he suddenly commanded, "Kneel!" He deposited me on the ground, giving me just enough time to arrange my legs without hurting myself. I quickly arranged myself; legs spread wide, torso straight and head downcast. His voice was suddenly hard and harsh, "Tits on the floor and kiss my feet."

I felt very humiliated by the command, but I complied quickly. When my master spoke in this voice there was no question that he meant it and that every moment of hesitation could only bring (or increase) punishment. I pressed my chest onto the carpet, found his feet with my muzzle and began to nuzzle, lick and kiss them. As far as I could tell, he was wearing slippers that left his toes uncovered. I was somewhat pleased to notice that he had washed his feet recently.

After a minute or more he finally asked, "Slave, do you know why I am angry with you?"

I stopped kissing his feet only long enough to answer, "I think so, Master."

"Well?"

"Because I bit you."

"That's right."

"Well slave, care to enlighten me why you thought that this was a good idea?"

I cringed in shame at the acidic tone of his voice. "I'm sorry, Master. I didn't mean to do it. I was just so surprised when I realized that your guest had been able to see me all the time. I had thought that I was hidden under the desk and..."

"Is that an excuse?"

"No, Master," I whined more than said, "only an explanation. I'm sorry, Master. There was no excuse. Please punish me."

"That I will do. Though I am half a mind to simply send you home."

I squeaked in distress and rubbed my muzzle over my master's feet. "Master, please, anything but that. Please let me make it up to you."

He was silent for what seemed an eternity before he answered, "All right, slave. I'll give you a chance to convince me that you're sincere. Name your own punishment."

"Ummm..." My thoughts raced; how much punishment was fitting for what I had done? I had no idea, to be honest, I thought that I shouldn't be punished all that harshly as it had been an accident, but on the other paw, I simply could not afford to guesstimate low. What if he thought I had done it on purpose and was feeling vengeful? I shuddered at the thought. For the moment I could only think of one tactic. I prayed that this wouldn't anger my master any further. I kissed his feet once more and said, "Please, Master. I'm sorry, I am new at this, I have absolutely no idea what is a fitting punishment for what I have done. Please, I want you... I need you to forgive me. Master please beat me or if you prefer, whip me, until you can find it in your heart to forgive me?"

"Well, well... And what, bitch, if I'm not feeling very forgiving today?"

I shivered at the tone of his voice and took a deep breath to steady myself. "In for a penny; in for a pound." I kissed both his feet once more and answered in a voice that was hardly more than a whisper, "Master, if you have to beat me until I pass out from pain, then that's what it takes."

"Well, well. I accept. And you won't safeword out the moment it gets painful?"

"No, Master, I won't." After a moment's thought, I added, "I really don't want to, but I can't promise that I won't panic and do it anyway. I'm sorry, Master, but I have never been punished really harshly before and I have no idea if I have the strength to take it."

"Well, that I can accept. It's not like you're an old hand at this." With that he got up and walked across the room. I didn't dare to move so much as a whisker without his permission.

I hear him open a cupboard and after a minute or so he closed it again. I shivered, most like he had just selected the instrument of my punishment from his collection. I twitched at the sudden ***Swish***Slap*** of a whip or similar object and then my master commanded, "Come here. On your knees."

I turned in the direction where his voice had come from and shuffled forward on my knees until he commanded, "Stop." After a moment he went on, "Tits and face on the floor. Raise your ass as high as you can." A shiver of fear ran down my spine; my rump was still extremely sensitive and just hard spanking had hurt like crazy. I really didn't want to find out what a whip or similar implement would feel like. But having no alternative, I obeyed quickly.

As my master walked around me, my heart sped up as the suspense mounted. His foot touched my nose and he commanded, "Down." Obediently I pressed my muzzle against the floor. My master walked around me a second time and then he stopped behind me and to my left. Prime position for a right handed person to unleash pain on my exposed buttocks.

I twitched involuntarily when he swished the instrument of my punishment through the air. My heart was beating like a jackhammer and I was panting. I felt a little arousal, but mostly I was terrified. My master's comments didn't help any, "Well slave, I got a really nice cane here. Ash wood, polished and oiled. I am told that it is quite painful; maybe even extremely painful; sometimes it's a little difficult to tell. Your ass makes such an enticing target..." I started trembling, half of me wanted to get up and run, another half wanted my master to continue talking, anything to delay the inevitable pain a little more and the final half wanted him to start and to get things over with.

"Since you asked for this punishment, I'm ready when you are."

I ground my teeth, now he wanted me to ask to be beaten. I swallowed and said as loudly and clearly as I could (barely above a whisper, that is), "I'm ready. Please punish me, Master."

"Good, good. Let's make it a good one." I heard him shift his stance. And then nothing. The seconds ticked by and the tension became unbearable. ***Swish*** I jumped in surprise. The cane has missed me, but it passed so close above my rump that I could feel the wind. My master said cheerfully, "Just practicing." As terrified as I was, I felt anger build inside me. A few seconds later he swished the cane through the air once more and then yet again. By then I simply couldn't hold the tension any longer.

***Swish*** ***Slap*** This time the cane caught my ass right in the center. My ass exploded in indescribable pain. I howled and jumped forward, away from the pain. My face and chest scraped over the floor (luckily a relatively friction-free one) and I ended up lying on my stomach. My ass hurt unbelievably, it felt as if someone had deposited a red-hot poker across it. It was hard thinking clearly, but I realized that I hadn't really known what pain was. Compared to this, the spanking I had received earlier wasn't much more than love taps. I sobbed and cried helplessly.

My master gave me a minute or so to collect myself and then he commanded, "Get back into position." I groaned in distress but obeyed as best as I could. When I had arranged my body again, he commented, "That was fun. I could do that all day long." I shivered and wondered how much of this I would be able to take.

"Ready when you are, slave."

I groaned. I really don't know where I found the willpower to answer, but I did, "I'm ready, Master. Please punish me."

My master repeated the procedure and swished the cane through the air several times. But then he simply tapped each of my butt cheeks with the cane (the taps hurt even though he used hardly and force) and declared, "All done."

"That's it?!?" I though incredulously. Suddenly all the pent up tension left me and I collapsed. I don't really know how it was possible to collapse from the position I was in (chest and face on the floor), but somehow I managed it.

I heard my master return the cane to the cupboard and then he returned to stand over me. In a very gentle voice he said, "Kneel." and he even helped me up into the kneeling position. As tired as I felt, I was very careful to arrange my legs so that my ass didn't touch them at all.

My master pulled up a chair and sat down right in front of me. He put a hand on my head, scritched my ears and my muzzle. I purred in pleasure. He asked, "Do you think I let you off too lightly?"

"I don't know, Master."

"Well, I am quite sure that you didn't bit me on purpose and I didn't hire you just to beat you to a pulp. And since this is your first time I decided to go easy on you. You will remember not to do that again, will you?"

"Yes, Master. I don't think I can ever forget this. Thank you for not punishing me any harder." I bowed my head a little lower.

"You'd better. Most other masters won't be so lenient if you bite them."

"I understand, Master. Thank you."

"Here's a piece of advice. If you ever get caned or whipped in this position or in a similar one, then remember to always keep your face on the floor. This is a quite common position for punishment; usually your hands will be tied either to your knees or ankles. Never keep your head off the floor. You remember how you jumped after I hit you?"

I shiver a little, not a particularly fond memory, that one, "Yes, Master."

"Now imagine what would have happened if your face was in the air? You'd have smashed your nose into the ground. You can hurt yourself badly if you do that, break your nose or knock out your teeth."

"I understand, Master. Thank you for the warning."

"Good. One more question before we start our next activity. You seemed a little upset that Harold could see you under the table, did that upset you?"

"Ummm... I little, I guess. I... ummm... I know I shouldn't be, but..."

"That's ok. Just for the record, I didn't lie to you. You were under the table, I never said that our guest wouldn't be able to see you, or did I?"

I tried to remember what exactly my master had told me. "Well, you didn't exactly say it, but it was strongly implied."

"I know. I guess I tricked you, but I didn't really lie to you. You were under the desk and you would not have been visible for Harold if the desk were made of wood instead of glass, of course."

"I see."

"Here's another piece of advice. I know that you want and need to be able to trust your master. You know that you can trust me with your life, do you?"

"Yes, Master."

"Good. But you should also remember that it is considered fair game to trick you to set up a scene, sometimes even to lie outright. Not to hurt you, but simply so you don't figure out things before I want you to. Do you understand?"

I though about that for a few seconds, "I think I understand, Master."

"Good. Want a drink?"

I certainly did, I hadn't completely gotten the taste of his guest out of my muzzle, "Please, Master."

"Here." He touched the straw to my lips. I took a sip and swirled it around in my mouth. I took a second sip and then thanked my master.

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"So, my little slave, have you had enough or do you want to continue?"

My ass burned worse than ever before in my life but apart from that I felt pretty good. I was certainly not going to give up now. Then I remembered something my master had told me before and I couldn't help smiling as I answered, "Ready, willing and able, Master. Besides, you didn't plant your flag in my ass yet; I'm not leaving before you do that."

He laughed, "That's the spirit." After a moment he went on, "Ok, the next one is an easy exercise. So far you've had all the fun, now I want a piece of it as well." I kind of doubted that, but I didn't think it would be very diplomatic to say so, so I stayed silent. "I want to know how your pussy feels inside. Get up and come with me." I felt a twitch of arousal at the prospect of having sex with him. He got up, waited until I had followed suit and then he led me across the room. I couldn't be 100% sure, but my instincts told me that we were back at the bed when we stopped. I heard my master's belt open and I realized that he was taking off his clothes.

"Do you want to be on top or at the bottom?"

It only took me a second to decide, "Master, if it pleases you, I would prefer to be on top."

He laughed, "Why did I know you'd say that?" I couldn't keep from giggling. He finished undressing. I was getting quite aroused, especially considering that I wasn't being physically stimulated. The thought of a nude Nate standing right next to me turned me on and the thought that I would feel his cock inside me very soon aroused me even more.

He said, "Come." and climbed on the bed, then he put one of his hands on my shoulder and guiding me to follow him. A few moments later he lay on his back and I knelt straddling his legs. He commanded, "Get me hard." I leaned forward carefully and soon found his manhood. He was already half erect. I rubbed my cheeks against him and then I began to lick him, first his balls and then I slowly worked my way upwards. He made pleased noises while I enjoyed his taste and scent.

"Enough." I gasped in pain when he grabbed my thighs and pulled me closer. He hadn't touched the most sensitive areas on my rear, but even on the fringes I was very sensitive. Still, his touch didn't cause only pain, a little of the fire he lit spread into my center and up my body. I shuffled forward obediently until my crotch was directly above his. His right hand released my thigh and a moment later I felt the tip of his manhood touch my wet labia. I settled down slowly, moaning in pleasure while gravity did its part and impaled me on my master's penis. He wasn't huge, but big enough to make me feel pleasantly full. On the other hand sitting down on his legs didn't feel good at all and I squeaked in pain and surprise. I quickly lifted my rump a little.

My master ran his hands up my sides until he reached my shoulders and then he pulled me close until I almost lay on top of him. He kissed me full on my lips and his tongue darted into my muzzle. I replied in kind. We kissed for several minutes, only taking short breaks for air every now and then. All the while his hands roamed all over my body. I wiggled my hips a little and tightened my vaginal muscles every now and then. That felt very pleasant and if the noises my master made were anything to go by, he enjoyed it a lot as well. The flames in my loins fanned higher and higher and the heat spread all over my body. The only thing I missed was getting to touch my master in return as my paws were still cuffed behind my back.

We were both very much out of breath when he finally pushed me up and I returned into a mostly upright position. He cupped my breasts and squeezed them gently, and then he began to play with my nipples, rolling them between his fingers. I moaned in pleasure and squeezed his cock to show how much I enjoyed his ministrations. It took my master a good minute before he could finally speak, "All right, Jane, show me what that wonder pussy of yours can do. And remember the drill, you don't come before me, but I want you to come right afterwards. Understood?"

"Yes, Master."

"Then start. And no more talking."

I leaned forward a bit more so I could take my master's manhood all the way in while keeping my sensitive rear up in the air. I couldn't do any tricks with my vaginal muscles like I had read about in one of the stories, but like most anthro femmes I had quite strong ones and I tightened them as much as I could. My master gasped, I'm very sure in pleasure rather than pain, and then I slowly lifted my bottom until my master's cock almost slid out of me. Even as well lubricated as I was, the friction that action generated felt incredible. My master and I moaned in unison. In fact it felt so good that I felt almost ready to cum.

I relaxed my muscles a little and lowered my body until I was again impaled on my master's member. He panted, "Wow! That feels wonderful!" He redoubled his assault on my breasts, but not so much that it went from pleasant to painful. As wonderful as his ministrations felt, I could have done without them, as I was getting dangerously close to cumming and I didn't really know how long it would take my master to come as well.

I repeated the procedure a few times, varying the pace and the tightness of my muscles a little with every stroke. The scents of our arousal hung heavy in the air, making it more and more difficult to keep from going over the edge.

Suddenly my master pulled me close to him, a moment later I felt his legs move and then he flipped us over. I squealed, first in surprise and then in pain as my full weight (and that of my master) came to rest on my sensitive ass. The pain wasn't quite as bad as I might have imagined (dulled as it was by my arousal), but it was bad enough to momentarily take away my breath.

I felt my master pull his hips back a little and then he slammed his cock into me as hard as he could. My concentration was shattered and I screamed, first in pain and then in pleasure as a massive orgasm washed over me. I arched my back and felt the muscles in my cunt spasm. That sent my master off and he flooded my inside with hot jism, setting off the second of a series of orgasms that wrecked my body. I'm a bit hazy on the details, but I had several climaxes, one after the other as my master continued to spurt cum deep into me. I almost blacked out, so intense were they. I chittered and squeaked and would have flopped around like a fish if my master hadn't held me down. Finally my strength gave out and I came down from my high.

The afterglow lasted only a very short while. All too soon the pain tore apart the cobwebs of the pleasant lassitude. The bed was soft enough, but with both my own and my master's weight pressing down, my rump and wrists began to hurt quickly. I whimpered in pain.

Luckily enough my master noticed my distress and cared enough to roll us back over. I could feel that it wasn't easy for him to do that, lethargic as he must have felt so soon after coming. The pain receded quickly and in seconds it was smothered by the pleasant glow that still suffused my body. I rested my head on my master's chest and we lay like this for several minutes while I felt his manhood shrink inside me slowly.

"Get up, lazybones!" My master tapped my muzzle for emphasis.

"Mmmm. Ugh." I groaned, I would have preferred to laze about a little longer, but I obeyed. I brought my legs forward and slowly lifted my bottom. My master's shrunken manhood slipped out of my cunt with a wet plop and I felt a whole mess of juices follow it. Nate put his hands under my shoulders and lifted me up until I was kneeling over him.

"Clean me."

"How?" I shook my body to indicate that my paws were tied up, but a moment later I realized how stupid my question most likely was. I swallowed in disgust and asked, "I'm supposed to lick everything up, aren't I? Master?"

He patted my head and said, "Give the girl a banana!"

I blushed in embarrassment. Then I scuttled back and then leaned forward. The mixed scents of our arousal were so strong now that I felt a little light-headed. I gingerly extended my tongue and searched for my master's cock. I found it quickly and cringed at the taste. It took a lot of willpower to keep licking. I was moderately disgusted by the taste of my own juices, but the taste of my master's cum mixed with them made it a little better. In a way it felt really weird that my own juices disgusted me, while the cum of a male who was practically a stranger turned me on. Yet in another way it felt perfectly natural.

Cleaning my master's crotch area took a long time; at least it felt like it. Any hope that I could finish this task without learning about all the nuances of sexual juices was dispelled within seconds. The sticky gunk was everywhere, not only was my master's penis liberally coated in the stuff (which I had expected), but our lovemaking (and it had been that, or at least as close as one could get without any serious romantic feelings between the participants) had produced so much, his public hair was soaked as were his balls and the rest had spread over a most of his belly and a significant portion of his thighs. And I had to clean all of that up with my tongue.

By the time I was finally finished, it felt as if the taste had been engraved in my tongue. I hated every second of it. Well, not too much, in a way what was worst was that I couldn't stop thinking about having sex for a single second.

Finally I decided that I had done enough and returned to a kneeling position.

"Finished?"

"Yes, Master. I hope I didn't miss anything."

He grunted and after a while he agreed, "Looks like you got everything. Took you long enough."

"I'm sorry, Master."

"Back on the floor and kneel facing away from the bed."

"Yes, Master." I scrambled to obey.

Once I had assumed my position my master got up as well, but not without letting me wait for a while. He walked to stand in front of me and said, "Well, girl, that was surprisingly fun, given your obvious lack of experience. Still there was something wrong, care to explain?"

I wasn't quite sure how to take the first part of the sentence, he was obviously pleased with me (the tone of his voice made that clearer than the words alone), but I had still let him down and that he hadn't expected me to be able to please him hurt a little. But as hazy as the peak of our mating was in my memory, I had had enough time to think things through to be quite sure what I had done wrong this time, "I came before you, didn't I, Master?"

"Yes. Well?"

I cringed at the tone of his voice. "I'm sorry, Master. I..." My thoughts raced, trying to find some way to sugarcoat the truth in a way that would be acceptable to my master. That is, under the assumption that a slave should be able to do whatever her master commanded her to, even if it was plainly physically impossible. And that if she failed, the fault was entirely hers. I said, "I'm sorry, Master, I'm just a weak slut. When you thrust into me, it excited me so much, I just lost control. I'm sorry, Master. Please punish me."

"Hmmm...." He mused, "I think I can overlook your failure to control yourself, this once at least. But you really need a few lessons in self control."

"Thank you, Master, please teach me."

"Okay... Let's see if you manage to learn something..." I shivered, the way he said that made "being taught" sound just like "being punished".

End of Episode 24