Primrose
#1 of Stories
"Primrose, there is mail here for you, love," a soft and sweet voice called from outside my bedroom door. My fennec ears perched high on my head after hearing that. "Okay, Mom. I'll be right out," I replied, shuffling to the door as quickly as I could. She smiled at me as I threw open the door. "Is it from him?" I asked, trying to hide my excitement, but I was pretty sure I had already failed. "Yes," my mother replied simply with a grin. She still held the letter in a teasing way. "Well, hand it over," my voice sounding annoyed at best. "Alright. Here you go, Primrose, but I don't want you up all night again on the phone with him. Some foxes do like to sleep, you know?" I barely heard the rest of her sentence as I took the letter, yipped with joy, and retreated back to my room with it. I could hear my mother sigh from the other side of the door as I closed it.
My weekly letters were my life because since we had moved, I didn't have a real one. My mother had relocated us five years ago. The change was huge. We went from Morocco to Goldfield, Nevada. I was born in Morocco and had never dreamed of moving. Soon our family started moving out of Morocco to find something bigger, something better. They found Goldfield, Nevada in Esmeralda county, which has the second-lowest county equivalent outside of Alaska, making it neither bigger or better. We didn't even have a high school in the county. Goldfield used to be a popular mining town until a fire swept through the town and burned many buildings to the ground. When the gold disappeared, so did the people. The only thing I couldn't complain about was the weather. It was dry and warm most of the time, perfect for a fennec fox like me. I was literally the small town girl looking for any chance to escape this place. I knew that inside every envelope that came to me, could be that chance.
There were other reasons I looked forward to these letters however. I had been chatting with a guy from across country in New York. We met in a BDSM chat roomand hit it off right away. I had never actually heard of BDSM until I moved to America. The truth was I had never even had sex and this caught this male's interest. It was a "What is an innocent young thing like you doing in this place?" moment. I told him I was bored and happened to find it. He laughed. I had become his slave over time and he has become my Master. My Master was writing all these letters to me. He had always taken things slow with me and we had been talking for four years now, probably because I hadn't turned 18 until recently. We had never traded pictures because he didn't want me to judge him from his picture. I didn't really know if that meant he was overweight, ugly, or what, but at this point, it didn't matter. He got me going and that was all that mattered now. We had been talking about meeting in real life and he kept teasing me, telling me one of these days he was going to send me a plane ticket as a surprise. I tried to be the best slave I could and tried not to get my hopes up. I still wanted to meet him so badly.
I laid back on my bed and raised the letter up to open it. Once I had it open, something fell out onto my chest. I looked down and saw a plane ticket laying there. I was speechless. I needed some assurance that it was real, but there was no letter inside the envelope, just a plane ticket. I scrambled to an upright position and picked up the ticket. I read the date and time on it with my heart pounding. Tomorrow!? I felt like I was going to faint. This wasn't happening. There was no way he would actually pay for this. I kept repeating, "What does this mean?" But I knew just what it meant deep inside.I was going to New York to see a stranger, my Master, tomorrow.
The airport was organized chaos this morning. The hustle and bustle of the crowd was overwhelming. I could feel the anxiety and anticipation hovering in the atmosphere. People were rushing in every direction, shouting to each other over the mumble of the crowd, and mainly cussing airport workers under their breath. My Fennec Fox ears were picking up everything which caused me to notice a Rottweiler at the ticket counter who was not keeping his cursing to himself.
He was letting them fly at full volume in front of God and everyone in line behind him. I had only traveled on a plane once during our move to Nevada from Morocco. I remember flinging passports back and forth, scampering to our gate and barely making it to our flight on time. The airport security delayed us because they wanted to strip search my mother for forgetting to leave her nail trimmers at home. I understood the Rottweiler's pain all too well. I felt sorry for him as the airport security pulled him to the side and tried to calm him down. By the time I got my boarding pass, the curing Rottweiler was still being "reassured" by airport security and he was heatedly yelling about missing his flight.
My paws started to hurt from standing in one place so long, so I decided to skip the rest of the Rottie verses Airport Officials show even though I had hours to spare. I had been moving from one line to the next all morning and I was becoming impatient as my boredom grew. I just wanted to get on this flight. I actually wanted this whole plane ordeal to be over. The single time I had been on a plane was the only time I'd ever had a panic attack. I didn't want to relive that experience, but as time drew nearer, my stomach started to flop.
When I finally was allowed to board the plane, a young Tabby was seated next to me. She was a comfort through the flight because she talked enough to keep my mind off of the noisy take-off. I couldn't bear to watch to desert landscape disappear because I have a fear of heights, so I befriended the Tabby and keep my gaze on her. My excitement caused me to share my reason for flying to New York with her.
"You know, Christy, that is your name, right? I am terrible with names", Christy nodded and I continued, "I actually have a strange reason for visiting New York." Christy lightly laughed and replied, "So, you aren't going to see the Statue of Liberty I take it?" I shook my head while trying to hide my embarrassment. I start to think I shouldn't have brought this up. "Well, you see, I met this guy online four years ago. I have quite a crush on him, but I haven't even seen him yet." Christy's eyes widened and she moved closer toward me. "So, you haven't even seen a picture of the guy?" I replied, "Not one. He hasn't even hinted to his species. He told me he wanted to be judged by his personality alone."
Christy chimed in, 'Well, I guess that isn't so strange. Maybe he is just overweight or one of those god awful Bulldogs." When Christy said "bulldogs" the hair on her feline neck stood up. "There is more", I said, returning to my embarrassed state.
"Spill." "We both like the BDSM lifestyle. So, he is kind of, well he is my Master", I whispered this so softly I wasn't sure Christy had heard me. "Wow. This is like one of my favorite romance novels", she squealed. Christy showed me a backpack full of reading material that was never used on the flight. All the covers featured steamy drawings of interspecies relationships, so I assumed she was a regular smut expert. I wasn't sure if I was comfortable with something so close to my heart being compared to such books, but maybe those fictional relationships aren't so bad. I couldn't judge a book by its cover.
Christy rushed me to the arrival lounge when the plane landed. She was just dying to see the "hunky" man of an animal who was about to pick me up. I was uncomfortable with the rushed entrance. I wanted to seem elegant and sexy, but Christy ruined that by tripping me as I exited the plane. She caught me and pulled me up, brushing me off, and stating, "On come now, Primrose, don't be so clumsy." I growled under my breath and Christy either didn't hear me or didn't care.
I searched the crowd for anyone who matched the imaginary picture in my head of my stranger. I didn't see anyone wave or anyone with a sign. I didn't see anyone even showing interest in me, but of course, my stranger had never seen me either. He said it was only fair. Others' eyes passed over me and dismissed me as who they were searching for. Every time a couple run up to meet each other or a family embraced a grandparent, my excitement took a dive. I took a seat outside the gate, hoping someone would come up to me. I waited there so long that Christy left to go home. She lived in New York and gave me her phone number. "Just in case he ends up being a weirdo", she said as she handed it to me. My only thought was, "So much for her romance novel theory."
I waited an hour and a half. The crowd had cleared. Many airport workers came to ask me if I was alright. I only nodded and told them I was waiting on someone. They all gave me a sympathetic look and it made me wonder if this was something that happened often. I sighed in defeat and knew he wasn't going to show up. Why bother calling him? This was obviously just a cruel joke. I wiped my eyes and took a deep breath. Everything would be okay. I would just get on the returning flight tomorrow and go home. I sat there planning my return home and trying not to think about how a friend of four years could leave me sitting at the airport alone. I heard someone walking toward me suddenly, but I didn't look up. I had lost all hope in meeting this man, but then I heard them clear their throat.
I looked up, my hopes rising, and my heart skipping. "Are your Primrose?" said the velvety male voice of a slinky looking coyote that had the most captivating eyes I had ever seen. They were a mix of green and dusty brown that matched his coat of fur perfectly. I only noticed this because they were so serious and staring right at me, looking me over. His tan fur was taut over his lean, tight muscles as he offered his paw to me. I replied, suddenly not having any clever words, so I settled on the normal reply, "Oh, yes, I am Primrose." He took my paw and kissed his muzzle to it lightly. It would have been so cliché from any other man, but from him it worked. "Primrose, I am Kale. I am glad you received my letters," he replied smirking. It was my stranger! My heart flipped and flopped around in my chest and I was sure he could sense my enthusiasm. I jumped up and draped my arms around him, unable to hold myself back. I felt so good to finally have him in my arms. "Master,' I stated in a whisper, just to hear it out loud.
"So, what do you think?" I said, pulling away, so I could twirl playfully. I showed off my tiny, yellow sundress as it lifted on the wind as I twirled. The sundress was tight around my body, showing off the curves and dips. My breasts were a little bigger than average, but not enough for guys to fuss over in my opinion. Sandy colored fur covered my body everywhere but the tip of my tail, a tearstain pattern on my face, and the tips of my ears (which were black.)
Kale raised an eyebrow and eyed my tail end. I felt like he could see straight through my sundress and it made my body shiver. He pulled this off without seeming like a pervert. I was actually comfortable with his eyes on me. My master always made me feel safe and I was glad that was no different in person. My oversized ears perked up on top of my head as he replied, "You are prettier than I could have ever imagined, Prim. But we better get to my place before you have every male in here following us." He chuckled lightly as his comment made me blush and I tried to hide it.We walked hand and hand to get my bags from the luggage pickup. I spotted my bags right away. We were so late picking them up that everyone else on my flight had come to get theirs already. I pointed out my bag to Kale and he insisted on carrying them for me. Despite my attempts to take them from him, he looked down at me and growled, "Slave...." I knew very well that meant back off, so I let him carry my bags without another word. An elderly Leopard overheard Kale's growl and her mouth was hanging open. Kale ignored her reaction, but I giggled slightly as I followed Kale.
Kale skillfully called a taxi to the curb for us when we walked outside. There was the smell of gasoline in the air. Even though it was summer, I could feel the difference in temperature in Nevada from New York. I had already grown chilly from the winds moving through the overhang. I stepped into the cab as Kale held the cab door for me. I had never ridden in a cab before, but it wasn't a very big deal. It wasn't the nasty experience I had always imagined. The driver kept to himself as Kale slipped an arm around me. It was a welcomed sign of affection since I was cold. I soaked up his warmth, leaning closer, but barely touching his fur.
It took us a good thirty minutes to arrive at our destination. By the time we arrived, the silence in the cab had become nerve aching. We have barely spoken and I was starting to wonder exactly how well we would get along in person. He didn't show my sights of the city as we drove along, like I imagined he would. He wasn't cuddling close to me and stealing small kisses, like I thought he would. Things were just different than I pictured. The cab stopped and Kale pulled away from me, despite my body wanting him to stay close. I stared through the window at an immense skyscraper that glistened in the luminous afternoon. I expected Kale to live in a different place, something darker or more "BDSM". Of course, I hadn't seen the inside yet.
I got out of the car and watched Kale move to the trunk to get my luggage. The muscles in his arm tightened as he motioned for me to follow him. I started to think about him whipping me and how badly it would hurt. I winced as I followed him inside the skyscraper marked "East Hill" above the door. I followed him up three flights of stairs. The walk seemed to barely bother Kale, even though he was carrying all three of my bags. I was still too afraid to ask him if he wanted help with them, but he seemed to be handling it on his own.
We reached the door to his apartment and he dug around in his pocket for his keys. I could hear the metal jiggle from inside his pocket as he out them out. The door clicked and he slung it open carelessly wide, allowing me to see inside the apartment. I stood there for a moment as he carried in my luggage and set it down. "Well, come in, pet. Anything of mine is yours," Kale said, beckoning me again. Suddenly every fear I could have about this trip hit me. I stood outside a second longer and Kale walked out of the apartment to stand next to me. "At your pace," he whispered in my ear. I nodded and let him lead me into the apartment.
The apartment was the opposite of what I had imagined. Enormous windows were pouring in sunlight onto the light hardwood floors and across his unmade bed. Its plain white sheets were tangled up into various lumps making it appear lived in and real. The scent of ground coffee beans and paint was the perfume of the apartment. The apartment was just one large room and a small bathroom. The bed was hidden behind a frosted glass divider. Kale had art easels set up across from the bed which explained the paint smell. There was a desk covered in paper and envelopes. I could imagine him sitting there in all his glory penning letters to me. The apartment was more of an artist's loft than the BDSM dungeon I had imagined. I was pleasantly surprised and put at ease. Kale had paintings on the white walls and the ceiling air ducts were exposed. Something about all of this was so New York. The view however, wasn't. His windows overlooked a green flourishing park bursting with foliage stirring in the summer breeze. I stepped closer to stare out.
"Pretty, isn't it?" Kale said, breaking the silence with his silky voice. He wrapped his arms around my waist from behind and nuzzled my neck. "I just can't believe something like this is here in New York City, in your apartment," I said in awe. "Expected something more kinky?" he joked and laughed lightly near my ear. His hot breath making my ear twitch away. "I suppose so," I admitted, embarrassed, "It is probably good you never sent pictures. I would have been confused."
Kale chuckled at me and pulled me over to the bed by my paw. My heart skipped a beat as he pulled me into his lap. "So, my small town pet, what would you like to do your first day in New York?"
That wasn't what I was expecting. I took a sigh of relief and he grinned down at me. He must have noticed my body tensing. "Well, I don't really know," I replied softly. I really hadn't thought of anything, but the sex we may or may not have. I was so worried about losing my virginity, I hadn't thought of what I actually wanted to do the rest of time.
"You probably want to know why I suddenly sent a plane ticket," he said, realizing he hadn't explained yet. "That would be good," I replied with a giggle. He lifted me off of his lap and sat me down in the middle of the bed. He leaned back on one of the plush pillows and patted the spot next to him. Something inside me went wild seeing his body laid out before me. I become hot between my legs. I blushed and looked away, acting as if I had just seen a porno for the first time.
Kale only snickered again and said, "Come on, my pet. Don't be shy." I got up the courage to crawl into bed next to him. Something about his energy was just good. I laid close to his body and he wrapped his arm around me, pulled me close, and then started his story. "You see, I was waiting. I wanted to make sure you were ready for all of this. With every letter, do you realize you told me at least twice how restless you were in that small town?" I shook my head. I didn't even realize it until he mentioned it. "I knew to be happy you needed a little excitement in your life for once", he continued openly, "You didn't need my help finding it, I'm sure, but I wanted to make your life easier. Also Primrose, every letter I sent you I held back telling you how much you mean to me. You're so trusting of me and it drives me crazy. You help me trust myself sometimes."
I took in what he was saying and I doubt he knew he much his words meant to me. "The truth is, Prim, I have decided after all these years we have known each other to ask you something in person", he said. I was confused. "What do you want ask?" He nuzzled my ear in a very soft manner as if to comfort me. "I would like you to consider moving to New York. You could stay with me or even find your own place nearby. I just know I will never find another person like you and though I love writing to you, it isn't the same. Just in the few moments we have spent together in person, I know you are the same Primrose from your letters."
We paused. I was speechless. My thoughts shifted to my mother, my home in Nevada, and how quickly things were moving. "Kale, I just don't know. Things are moving very quickly for me. Can you just let me think about it for the week?" Kale hugged me close and replied, "You know that is perfectly fine, Prim. The visit can just be a trial run for both of us. I don't want to ruin our friendship over this." I moved close to him and tried to relax, but there was still something I needed to get off my chest. "I have to admit that I am going to have trouble taking our BDSM relationship from online and making it real. I don't really understand how things are going to work yet and I am a bit afraid of what I am getting myself into." Kale gave me a kiss on the forehead and replied, "Prim, don't worry. Everything will be slow at first. I still enjoy the personality and wit of a woman. I don't enjoy fulltime BDSM relationships because of that. You only are my slave during a BDSM session. Any other time you will just be my mate."
I found a sense of comfort in that and finally relaxed completely in his arms. "We can talk more about this later though," Kale added, "I was thinking tonight we could walk down to one of my favorite restaurants and get a bite to eat." I thought the idea over, but he could see something holding me back "It is nothing too special. Just a casual pizzeria, but you can't leave New York within trying the pizza,' he said in a matter-of-fact tone. I could handle casual dining on pizza just as long as no French cuisine that I couldn't pronounce was brought into the picture.
"But in the meantime, I think we should have a mini-session, so I can teach you the ropes," Kale said, smirking at me. I got a lump in my throat and panic hit. My fear had returned much faster than I wanted. I tried to remember he was still Kale from all those letters that I held so dear. He was still the gentle man I had come to know, but there was doubt. Moments passed and I couldn't bring myself to talk for the fear of crying instead. Kale nibbled at my ear and I flinched away. "Pet, I promise you will be okay," he added reassuringly. When he looked into my eyes, he seemed so harmless. My body already wanted him and I knew what I had come here for. I didn't want to disappointment my Master. Anyways, I would have to build up to bigger things with him, if I decided to stay here in New York.
"If you get scared or something hurts too much, say 'Red' and I will stop, okay? 'Yellow' means slow down and 'Green' means continue," he said clearly as he stood up. I nodded in understand. "Wait, hurts too much?" I whispered to myself. Kale had already walked behind the divider and seemed to be searching from something. I laid back on the bed and tried to keep myself from masturbating or fainting. I didn't know which I was leaning toward.
He rounded the divider and had some items in paw. I crawled to the edge of the bed where he sat down. He showed me what he had in his paws, a bright yellow collar and a wooden paddle. Well, on the bright side, the collar is harmless enough, right?
I swallowed the lump in my throat. Kale could probably tell how uneasy I was. I think even a blind man could at that moment. I leaned against Kale's body for support. He started petting me softly. "I bought you the yellow collar. It seemed to fit your cheerful personality the best," he said, "I hope you like it." The he leaned over to whisper in my ear, "Because you will be wearing it often." I whimpered. Suddenly, I knew Kale had switched over to Master mode. "When I put this collar on you, pet, that means a session has started. Understand me, pet?" my Master said. I nodded as he wrapped it around my neck and buckled it into place.
"Now, lay across my lap, slave" he barked. I got off the bed as he moved toward the edge, presumably so I would have plenty of room on his lap. I walked over to him with caution and got on my knees, laying the rest of my body over his lap. My paws could barely touch the floor in this position and it was very uncomfortable, especially in my short sundress. I had to lift my rear higher, so I could get into a more comfortable position. This was probably how Kale wanted it.
"Good girl, slave," my Master praised once I was in position. "Now we are going to see how much of a pain slut you are." I flattened my ears in disapproval of his words. He had mentioned testing me in his letters, but he had never referenced to me with the word "slut". I was shocked and insulted, but I was too afraid to speak up. Kale only rubbed my back, assuring me one more time before disappearing into his fully dominant personality. I should have known what was coming next, but my knees were weak from fear and anticipation. "I am going to start with my hand since you have been good so far, slave. I will not always extend such a courtesy to you, do you understand?" my Master stated.
I started to just nod, but I caught myself. I knew from his letters I must reply with a "Yes, Master". I whimpered below him, "I understand, Master. Thank you, Master." I felt so weak and embarrassed. I wanted it to end, but I also wanted to see where things would go. I felt him lift my sundress until my whole rear and frilly panties could be seen. My underwear didn't cover much, but they were still beyond girly and embarrassing. I should have picked a better pair. Master seemed to care little in my choice of underwear as he pulled my panties down. He was much more interested in what was under them.
I tightened my legs together to stop him. He stopped until I let my legs relax. He gave me the time I needed and I was sure this was another courtesy he extended to me. Once I relaxed, he continued moving my panties down. I almost turned to stop him, but I knew better. It was so embarrassing to know he was closing examining a part of my body I couldn't see. I shivered and even lifted my back paws higher, so he could pull my panties all the way off. He could feel me shaking under him, but he still praised me.
"Your body is so beautiful, slave. Your pussy is so plump and pink." I could hear him lick his muzzle. I started to have thoughts of him diving between my legs and pleasuring me with his tongue, but I doubted that would happen this session. The thought alone made my sex wet and warm as his fingers rubbed between the lips. The fear disappeared suddenly. My sex twitched in reaction to a stranger's touch for the first minute, but started to become accustom to the feeling. His fingertip dipped into my sex and I moaned softly. "Oh, so my slave likes that? Tell me, do you do this to yourself, slave?" he asked. Was he being serious? Was I really supposed to answer that? He started to pull his finger away the longer I took to answer. I was already missing and craving the warm touch again.
Whack! His paw came down on my ass with a loud noise and a sting. I yipped and my body lunged forward from the force. "I asked you a question, slave," he said in a harsh tone. "I am sorry. I mean, Master. I didn't know," I replied, trying to find my words. "So, slave, do you shove your fingers into your own pussy or not?" he growled. "Yes, Master. I do," I replied, ashamed. "Good," was his simple reply. "I will have to punish you for replying so slow however, slave," he added. I could hear him picking up what I could only guess was the wooden paddle. I started to tear up. I had not only disappointed my Master within the first few hours, but I was about to be smacked to my limit with a piece of wood.
My Master rubbed the paddle along my ass, teasing me in the worst way possible. He moved it between my legs and I had to spread my legs open to make room for the paddle. I could tell he was looking for any reason to do this to me. He slapped my pussy lightly. I yelped and whimpered as he tapped against my clit. My pussy was now dripping juices and becoming overwhelming hot.
He lifted the paddle and- Whack! I screamed as the paddle slapped against my ass again, whimpering and whining as he pulled away. He was much rougher this time. It almost seemed like he was testing how much I could take. He lifted the paddle again and I braced myself as he spanked me four times in a row. My ass was becoming numb quickly. He continued his strikes with the paddle, but my pain started to turn into pleasure. It was a strange type of high. My screams were turning into moans. I wasn't sure if they were moans of pain or pleasure at this point. I was becoming dizzy from it. I started crying from the fear of how I was feeling. I didn't want to give in, but I was getting close. Tears ran down my face as I yelled, "Red, Red!"
I was disappointed in myself. I really wanted to last through the session, but something told me Kale wasn't going to allowed that anyway. Kale didn't make any remarks. He only removed my collar as I laid in his lap. He rubbed my back as I cried and once I had calmed myself, he pulled me up onto the bed. He checked me for wounds and traced his fingers over my rear. I twitched in pain in some places. He ran a finger down between my legs again. I welcomed his fingers by spreading my legs more. I heard him chuckle at my reaction. He slipped a finger inside my still-wet sex and said, "So, you really are a virgin." I nodded as I whimpered in pleasure. When he added another finger, it hurt and I groaned in disapproval. Kale noticed and said, "You want me to take the pain away?' I nodded, not knowing really how he was planning to. He withdrew his fingers slowly and kissed me softly. "We will that for tonight. We really should get dinner before you passed out," he stated. I whined in disapproval, but he handed me my panties anyway.
As I slipped on my panties Kale spoke up again. "I think I will just have the pizza delivered tonight. You could probably use a warm shower for that tail of yours." He knew how to appeal to the senses of a homebody, especially one with an ass as bruised as mine. I nodded and he pointed me in the direction of the bathroom. "Oh, and Prim, you should put something comfortable on for tonight. That is going to leave one hell of a bruise." I gathered up some cozy PJs and ran into the bathroom. I was more than ready to enjoy a hot shower after my flight today.
Before getting in the shower, my curiosity got the best of me and I decided to check the bruise in the mirror. You could tell my rear was bright red, even through my fur. I gasped and tried to calm myself a little. He was kidding about my wound probably bruising. I got into the shower and stayed there until I had the pizza delivery man knock on the door. I tossed my clothing on quickly. I was too hungry to wait any longer for dinner.
Kale handed me a plate of pizza and a cup of cold juice as soon as I walked into the kitchen. It smelled wonderful. My ears perked up and my tail wagged behind me the best it could with the soreness. "Now, take your cute, swollen butt to bed,' he ordered playfully. I giggled and did as he told me. The bed was soft enough that it made things easier on me. Kale walked in with some Tylenol for the pain. Even though, I probably didn't need it Kale insisted.
The night was simple yet enjoyable. We watched romantic comedies at my request. Kale was a good sport about the movie choices and ate his pizza with an arm around me. He had been right about the pizza. I would have never forgiven him if he let me leave New York without trying it. For once, everything felt so right and fell into place. I wasn't itching to get out of here, like I was that small town back home. I just fit into his life. I was excited to see what he planned for later and I rarely got the chance to be excited.
Once dinner was over, I cuddled up to Kale. I took in his scent and just enjoyed the moment. I had never been this way with someone before and now I realized what the big deal was. There was nothing else like his arms around me, his paws rubbing over my body, or his eyes searching for how I felt. My body fit perfectly against his. He kissed me gently and said, "Are you ready for what I have in mind?' "What do you have planned?" I asked with a curious expression.
"I think we should get all the pain over with tonight. Are you ready to give your virginity away?" he asked seriously, holding me close. He didn't push me anymore than that. No kisses, no teasing, he wanted me to make this choice myself. He already knew my body wanted him, but did I? "Can I tell you something before I answer that?" I asked. "Of course," he replied, looking into my eyes, searching for what could be on my mind. "I want you, I do, but I have something holding me back. I just it is pretty silly, but still," I said, looking away from his gaze. He allowed me to disconnect and regain my courage. "I just--have this thing, I guess. I am afraid of being knotted." I wrinkled up my nose, knowing it was silly. "I just don't know if it is going to hurt or how it will be," I tried to explain.
Kale didn't laugh like I expected. He just grinned at me and kissed me on the muzzle. "How about this, Prim, I will not knot you unless you tell me it is okay? You are in control tonight," he offered. I didn't expect this type of reply. Kale giving up control seemed impossible to me. "Really?" I questioned. "Yes, really. I don't know how being knotted feels personally, so I think it makes sense that it is something you should only do when you are comfortable. Otherwise, it could hurt you more than just physically," he replied and then gave me another light kiss on the muzzle. "Okay, well, I feel better knowing that it is you. So, I am willing to try." I pushed my body closer to him to feel safe.
With a sweet smile, Kale wrapped his arms around me and pulled me on top of him. He held me close to his body and kissed me deeply. Our tongues collided and it took me a moment to work out the rhythm he had created, but soon our tongues were dancing together. My tail wagged slightly behind me as he licked and nibbled down the length of my neck. I felt him straining against the crotch of my panties. It was enough to draw a moan for me. I was still excited from earlier and every touch was making my body tingle with delight.
I put a paw on his chest to keep my balance and his paw disappeared under my top. He traced up and down my stomach and my breathing hitched when he reached my breasts. He pinched at my nipple and I rubbed against his cock in return to show him how horny he was making me. My teasing made him growl under his breath and tug my top off. I was surprised by the reaction, but I slipped out of my pants and readied myself for what was about to happen.
Once he saw my naked body, he took his teasing to a whole new level. He flipped me over and nibbled down my collarbone until he reached on of my perked nipples. Kale took turns teasing each nipple by licking, biting, and sucking at them. It was driving me wild and I thrashed around on the bed trying to escape the teasing. I panted, moaned, and bucked my hips, but Kale only grinned up at me and went lower. Kissing down my stomach and gripping my legs tightly to hold me in place, he dipped his head between my legs. I yelped at the first lap of his tongue against my clit. It was new and different feeling that I could barely stand right now. His tongue touched every part of my sex in a delicate and light way. I could only tremble below him. I loved every moment of the attention and soaked it all up. As he drove his fingers into my pussy, he gave my clit long licks. I repeated his name over and over again. I had to be losing my mind. My paws searched for something to hold onto. They only found the sheets, which were now being crushed by my grip.
"Kale, I can't take it anymore. Please just put it in. I need it now," I panted and whimpered. I couldn't believe what I had just said, but it was the truth. I needed him. Keeping a finger inside me, he pulled away to unbutton his pants. He slowed down and added another finger to my sex. My pussy was making wet smacking noises when he pulled his fingers in and out. This time the other finger barely bothered me. It only made me feel very full. Kale removed his fingers and lapped the juices off of his paw. Blushing, I tried to stop him from doing that. He chuckled, pushing my paw away, and said, "You taste so good, Prim." I wrinkled my nose in disapproval, but he continued anyway.
Kale removed the rest of his clothing to reveal what was about to be inside me. Kale's cock was a bright pink color and I could see pre-cum already glistening at the tip. He was about seven inches and I don't even know how wide, which scared the living daylights out of me. As he mentioned for me to get in front of him, I took a deep breath and then moved into position. "Good girl. This position should be easier for your first time," He whispered to me. I got on my hands and knees with my tail facing him. I had my tail tucked over my sex, suddenly fearing what was going happen.
Kale nuzzled the crook of my neck and kissed me for moments until my tail started to finally loosen up and move out of his way. He gave me time to get ready and then took his cock into his paw. "Ready, love?" he whispered in my ear. I closed my eyes tightly and nodded. Rubbing the tip between my lips slowly, he gave me time to change my mind, but my body decided for me. I started to push back against him and beg for him inside. The longer he rubbed against me, the wetter I became and the more I wanted him.
Kale slowly pushed into me. Leaning forward, I reached for a pillow to cling too. He slid until I felt him hit some sort of resistance and then stop. It was very close to painful. Kale rubbed my lower back, keeping the rest of his body very still. "Push back when you are ready, pet." Leaning back against him, I yelped as the resistance gave way, but I didn't give up. He pushed forward as I leaned back. Kale's paws found my hips and he rubbed them to ease the pain. If I stopped, Kale would stop and wait for me to adjust. There were moments when I had to stop to keep myself from crying. I expected this experience to be emotional, but this was overwhelming.
Finally I felt the smooth fur of his belly touching my tail and I knew I had taken him. "Mmm, good pet. You feel so tight around me," he murmured to me. He pushed in and out slowly. But, I wanted something faster and he was happy to supply it upon request.
His dominant side kicked in and he latched onto my neck with his maw. I unwillingly froze and he kept fucking me. Grunting and moaning, we were both quickly arriving at our climax. I felt his knot against me, but he didn't try to force it into me. My body prodded against the knot, obviously wanting it, but what did I want? I knew I really like Kale, but did I want to give him everything I have? There was no other answer I could come up with, but yes. 'Kale, please knot me," I moaned. I felt him tense and say, "Are you sure?" I nodded and replied, "I know you will not hurt, just please, I need you to do it." I wanted him to feel as good as I did and I wouldn't allow my fear to stop him.
He started to push his hard knot into my pussy and I whimpered as pleasure built up. Finally, with a pop, he was able to get his knot inside. I yelped just from hearing the noise of it alone. It wasn't a painful experience. I felt very full of coyote cock however. There was comfort in feeling my body so close to his. When I tried to pull away, even an inch, I realized I couldn't. Something about it just made being knotted even better. The thought and feeling of it sent me in my climax. I tightened around his cock while he rammed in and out of my pussy still. Kale panted and held me close as he came too. I shivered as he filled me with his seed.
"I guess we will have to wait this out," Kale said, breaking the silence once his body had started to calm down. I knew he was talking about his knot because we were still stuck together. "I guess so," I replied, "But I don't mind." Kale pulled me under the sheets with him. I nuzzled against him and started to feel tired. I had so much I wanted to say to him, but I wasn't sure if I should. I couldn't believe I was falling for my stranger this hard. He could tell I had a lot on my mind and hushed me before I could speak. "Just rest, pet. We have a long week ahead of us," my Master said before falling asleep himself.
The rest of the week continued on much like the first day. My Master would test me more each while his softer side only become more affectionate. The week passed so quickly and time was slipping right by me. I was introduced to BDSM items like whips, canes, bondage, and more. Every new item was another step for me. Everything was just as difficult as the first paddling he gave me the very first day. The longer I stayed with Kale I realized how much I enjoyed the anticipation of what my Master had planned next. My last day in New York, Kale told me he had one last test for me.
"Prim, I have a test for you. This is your final test before we decide on our future plans together", Kale said as he sipped his black coffee by mistake. He made a face of disgust when he realized there was no sugar or cream in his coffee. "Okay, what is this test all about?" I asked nervously as I passed him the sugar. Kale spooned sugar into his coffee and stirred it until it turned a much friendlier tan color. "You will not know until the test begins. But today, I want you to go out into the city and take the city tour. If you do stay here, you have to know where the landmarks are at the very least", Kale replied. I knew Kale was commenting on my lack of direction sense. He had noticed in the past few days how difficult it was for me to get anywhere. "Okay, I can do that", I said with a nod. Kale dug into his pocket and handed me more money than needed for the tour and he scribbled down detailed directions to the tour bus stop. "Once the tour is over come back here and your test will begin." With that I went to get dressed, but I couldn't stop worrying about this test Kale had for me.
I left the apartment after kissing Kale goodbye. I still managed to get lost along the way to the tour bus stop even with excellent directions. I stopped in a petite clothing store and asked for directions. I somehow made a wrong turn. I barely made it to the bus stop on time. Many passengers were already seated and chatting away. I noticed more than five people with the same "I heart New York" shirt on. I was glad Kale hadn't thought to buy me one of those yet. The tour bus left the stop after a drawn out lecture about bus safety. I wanted to ask exactly how many people actually stick their heads out of the bus windows after hearing how the tour guide stressed not to do it.
The tour was way too long and it didn't help my direction skills at all. I just couldn't keep my mind on the tour. I had actually managed to tune out the screaming child behind me after ten minutes because I was in deep thought. What could this test be? We had tried everything I could think of. I couldn't begin to guess what Kale had in mind and I liked that. As exasperating as it can be, it was also thrilling and unlike than my life back home. I had already made up my mind that I was staying in New York. I knew I couldn't go back to that tiny town in Nevada. My life would feel even more tedious than before.
I didn't even realize the bus has stopped until everyone starting rushing around to leave. My thoughts had gotten the best of me. I hoped Kale wouldn't ask about the tour because I missed most of it. I waited until everyone exited the bus to get off. I wasn't used to big crowds yet and I didn't want to be pushed around the tour bus. I decided to walk back home instead of getting a cab. I still hadn't mastered the art of cab calling and it would take me ten more minutes to get one. I walked down the busy street, still lost in thought. Kale hadn't given me a clue about this test and it had come as a complete surprise. Maybe he was going to practicing everything we had learned this week on me at once. I shivered at the thought. There has been a lot of pain and bruises in that time. I could barely sit down as it was.
I made it to the apartment building safe and sound. I ran up the stairs in excitement. I was shaking. I couldn't believe the time had finally come to find out what this test was. I knocked on the door and stood there waiting. It seemed like ten minutes had passed, but I could hear something moving behind the door. Finally, Kale barely opened the door. He blocked my view into the apartment and came outside the apartment with me. "Turn around, pet", Kale said calmly. I did as he said, trusting him completely by now. I felt the familiar leather slip around my neck, my collar. I gave a small smirk. I started to like my collar over the past week. Kale draped a blindfold over my eyes and tied it tight. "Comfortable?" he asked. I nodded and he took my paw to lead me into the apartment.
The blindfold didn't scare me anymore. Kale had placed one on me three times in the past week. It normally meant heightened pleasure because one of my senses was gone. My ears perked up when I heard another person moving around in the apartment. I heard a female voice say, "Oh wow, she is just as beautiful as you said, Kale. How could you keep such a pretty thing in hiding from me?" My body tensed and leaned back against Kale's. He rubbed my back to assure me everything was okay. "Slave, this is one of my lifelong friends. She is here to play with us today. How do you feel about that?" my Master asked. His voice showed little fear that I would deny the new female. He knew me well. I wanted to please him and I wanted to be overwhelmed with the excitement of my first female. My nervous tendency had almost disappeared over the week. I replied, "I am okay with that, Master."
I couldn't believe one trip to New York had turned my world until this. I was going to have a BDSM session with my Master and a female I had never laid eyes on. The female came up to me and rubbed against my body. I could feel PVC covering her body. She spoke up and said, "I am Mistress Lily. I am much gentler than Kale here." My Master chuckled at her comment and then leaded me to the bed.
Mistress Lily started to strip my clothing off and she wasn't slow about it either. Her touch was much different than my Master's. I allowed her to do this though. I became so wet thinking about what was about to happen. I could feel the bed sink in when my Master sat on the bed beside me. He leaned me back in his lap and forced my legs apart. I whimpered in disapproval. I was still nervous about people seeing what I couldn't. I think that is why Master repeated used the blindfold with me. The listened for any noises, but everything had gone quiet. I started to become tense again. Finally, I had a switch and then a familiar vibrating sound. Mistress Lily had found the vibrators.
I pressed my face against my Master's middle section. I knew he had a large collection of vibrators and that some were bigger than him. He hadn't used them on me yet, but I thought Mistress Lily might. I felt the vibrator touch my pussy lips and I jumped. "Slave..." my Master growled. "Sorry, Master", I said in return. I couldn't keep my body's natural reaction hidden though. She was using the vibrator on a much higher setting than my Master normally would. It was driving me crazy.
She didn't waste more time on foreplay. Once I was wet enough, Mistress Lily shoved the dildo into my pussy and I moaned out in pleasure. "Did I say you could make any noise?" the Mistress snapped. Oh great, now they want me to be quiet I thought. "No, I am sorry, Mistress Lily", I responded quickly. My voice was trembling as I tried to not moan. She twisted the vibrator in and out of my body. Being a woman herself, she knew all the spots to touch me. I could barely take five minutes more. Barely any time had passed and I wanted her to continue, but my orgasm was close. "You are getting close, aren't you slut?" Mistress Lily questioned. Her voice was sharp and demanding. I had become so used to the word "slut", I didn't even care that she had used it. "Yes, Mistress Lily, yes", I said, trying to hide my pleasure noises.
"Your Master will tell you when to cum, you understand slave?" she replied as she rammed the vibrator deeper. I panted back with tightly closed eyes, "Yes Mistress." My Master could tell I was suffering as I tried with everything I had to hold back my orgasm. He rubbed my breasts and nipples as the Mistress continued to fuck me hard. I managed to find the blanket and bite down on it to relief some stress. I felt like I would explode at any moment. Just before I gave in, my Master whispered in my ear, "You can cum now, pet."
I let go and moaned louder than I ever had before. I was sure the neighbors could easier hear me. My orgasm rushed down my spine, through my pussy, and slowing relaxed into gentle waves of pleasure. It was a release like no other. I was crying by the end of it and my Master removed my blindfold, pulled me close, and waited for me to calm down. The emotional release was more overwhelming than the pleasure. I was hoping to do well and pass my Master's test. I was hoping I could stay with him.
"You passed the test, Prim", he whispered to me as Mistress Lily packed her things up. "I did?" I was in bliss. I couldn't find words to explain what I felt. Kale nuzzled me, "Of course, you did. I couldn't let something as special as you get away from me." I threw my arms around him and pressed my naked body into his. "I love you, Kale. You know I am not going anywhere." He only smirked and replied, "I know."