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Our setting: A simple bedroom, furnished with a large four poster bed, nothing more. However, on one wall, a pair of hooks are anchored securely, a heavy chain attached to each. The chains lead to a pair of solid steel cuffs, padded on the inside just enough to keep them from chafing the unfortunate (or fortunate, depending on how you see it) soul that happens to be bound in them. Another hook is anchored firmly to the floor, about three feet from the wall. Nothing is clipped to it currently, though there is some likelihood that there has been in the past, and will be in the future. One window on the opposite wall, no curtains on it. A full length mirror anchored to the wall beside the window, and a large closet opposite the bed. What the closet contains remains to be seen. With this in mind, shall we take a peek at what's happening in the room?

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The first rays of sunlight filtered into the room, falling on a small furred body. Yawning lightly, her bright orange eyes opened slowly, blinking against the light coming through the window. Daybreak already, and she'd barely gotten any sleep again. No surprise, considering how she'd had to fall asleep in the first place...

The female lifted her head, looking at her wrists. They were bound securely by a pair of steel cuffs, each locked tight with a small padlock. She flexed her paws, once again testing the cuffs for any measure of give, again finding none. The cuffs were attached to the wall with a pair of heavy chains, long enough to give her some mobility, but short enough to force her to keep her arms up. She'd been that way all night, and her arms ached. A light sigh was heard as her head fell against her arm, her hips moving slightly. Her knees had been bound apart fairly far, her ankles cuffed together. He'd teased her before going to sleep, and the fur of her inner thighs was matted, slicked down from the moisture that had trickled from her pussy over the course of the night. He knew just how to get her worked up, and she both hated it and enjoyed it. Turning her head slightly against her arm, she felt the thick leather collar around her throat rub gently, causing her to smile to herself. The symbol of her service, and she wore it with pride. The back of the collar boasted a small ring, and a lead was attached to it, running to another similar collar secured firmly about a third of the way up her tail.

One eye opened again, roaming over the form in the bed. The blanket hid him from sight for now, but she could see him in her mind's eye. Five feet, five inches tall, slender build. His dirty blond hair was cropped short, making him look younger than he was. Hazel eyes. Big hands, wide shoulders. A fine covering of hair over his chest and stomach, leading to a thicker nest around his seven inch cock. Oh, he was gorgeous, she mused, thinking back to the day he'd first found her, when her training had begun.

:: He'd come across her in the woods. She was five foot even, a rare hybrid of species. On the one side, ring-tailed lemur; the other, red fox. Red fur covered the majority of her body, darkening to a deep chestnut brown over her forearms and lower legs. Her muzzle was the same rich brown, with black rings around wide orange eyes. Fox-like ears turning this way and that, her face framed by black locks that flowed in soft waves almost to her shoulders. She'd been sitting in a tree, her tail hanging down from the branch. She loved her tail; it was slightly longer than she was tall, thick furred, black and red rings running along to end in a white tip. She was quite the specimen, to say the least.

The capture was uneventful in the grand scheme of things. He'd startled her out of a daydream, and when she ran, he gave chase, finally catching and binding her before taking her home with him. Her first few days were spent becoming accustomed to being indoors. He'd been patient as she ran around the room, pawing at the door and window, desperately wanting to go back to the forest she'd always known as her home. However, he was firm, and with him she'd stayed.

Once she'd realized she wasn't going anywhere, she'd become aggressive, fighting against him whenever he tried to come near her, running to the furthest corners of the room and hiding as best she could. He hadn't let her do that for long, though, and when he did drag her out of her refuge, writhing and growling, he'd chained her, much the way she was now, and left her alone, only released to perform whatever functions she needed to do.

It was clever of him, really. In the beginning, she'd done her best to ignore him, only acknowledging his presence with low growls when he got too close. As the days passed, though, she began to find herself bored and, much as she was loathe to admit it, looking forward to the few times she saw him over the course of the day. When she did see him, she studied him, the way he moved, the way he looked. He'd speak to her when he was around, saying how he'd like to have her a bit more obedient, but he was patient, and he could wait.

A week passed like this before he began to approach her again. It was small things at first, feeding her, grooming her, mundane, everyday activities. As the days passed, and her comfort grew, so did his ministrations. One day he might spend a few minutes caressing her breasts; another day might find him sitting beside her, fingers sliding along her slit gently, teasing her. Being bound, there was little she could do about it, and much as she hated to admit it, she enjoyed the feelings he aroused in her. Another week or two passed this way, until his mere presence caused her body to react, her breasts tingling, her sex swelling, moistening as she watched him, hoping he might find time to show her even the barest of attention. ::

A shiver ran through her at the memories flooding her mind. Those first few weeks had been strange, frightening really, but as time wore on, and her comfort around him grew, her fear had left her. She couldn't recall how long she'd been his slave now, but it didn't matter to her. She was happy where she was, serving him. It was funny how strong her memories were, considering this, but at the same time, it was hardly surprising. She had a strong sensory memory, and the thoughts of those first few weeks had done their work, sending a gentle tingle through her lower abdomen, intensifying the throbbing sensation deep in her pussy.

Her training had been simple enough. First, she was made comfortable with her new surroundings and her captor. That turned into her being awakened to a fierce sexual hunger, then tests of obedience. The tests were the hardest part, but he'd been patient; gentle, but firm. She'd not once ever heard him raise his voice to her. As time passed, he'd stripped her of her modesty and a good portion of her dignity, taught her to be respectful, to voice her thoughts when he asked for them. Another shiver rippled through her as she thought of the first time she'd ever truly been punished, a low whimper starting in her throat. Even now, it was the most effective means of punishment he had for her, simply because it worked so well, and she was ten times over his devoted pet when it was finished.

:: "Shayde, my pet. You know I don't like hearing you speak like that about yourself."

"Yes, master. I merely speak the truth as I see it, though, which you taught me to do. You could find far more attractive playthings for yourself."

A sigh as he looked down at her, fingers closing firmly around her muzzle, turning her face up to his. "How attractive you are is for me and me alone to judge, my pet. I say you're beautiful, and I won't tolerate you speaking ill of yourself. Do it again, and you will be punished. Am I understood?"

"I understand, master. I still hold to what I said, though."

Another sigh, his eyes closing. "So be it. I said I wouldn't tolerate that attitude, my little toy lemur-fox, and I meant it. On the bed, on your back. I want your arms out above your head, and your legs spread as wide as you can. Now."

She whimpered, nodding as she slipped onto the bed, her ass near to the edge of the mattress, tail draping down, the tip curled underneath the bed frame. Her knees were bent, toes brushing the floor as he secured the ropes around her knees and ankles, binding her legs in place. She could wriggle all she liked, but she wasn't getting loose. He was too good with knots. Her arms were next, the ropes looped around her wrists, her arms held above her in a 'V'. Kneeling beside her, he pulled out a black satin blindfold, tying it tightly over her eyes.

"I think a couple of days her will greatly improve your attitude, my pet. I'll be back later." She whimpered loudly as she heard him leave the room, but it did her no good. He was a man of his word, and she knew she was in trouble.

He returned to the room a short time later. Her breath quickened, her remaining senses heightened. His mouth against hers brought a sharp gasp from her, his tongue pressing past her lips, running over hers hungrily as his fingers curled tightly into her hair. She opened to him, catching his tongue with hers and sucking fiercely on it, whimpering even louder as one of his hands loosened from her hair, his fingertips tracing lightly over her cheek, along her throat down to her breast, fingers closing tight around it, massaging, his thumb and forefinger capturing her nipple and pinching it. Her back arched as the kiss intensified, the hand wrapped in her hair pulling, gently at first, then harder, his thumbnail grazing over her nipple in quick strokes. Then, he pulled away, leaving her writhing as best she could on the bed.

A minute later, and she cried out softly, feeling him bite her inner thigh gently. He chuckled darkly, seemingly pleased at the reaction.

"Oh, you're going to hate me in a moment, pet."

That said, she suddenly felt his tongue against her slit and moaned, her hips raising up to meet his face as he licked at her clit, every now and then stopping to nibble it gently and suck on it. His fingers soon joined in, two of them sliding deep inside her, curling up and stroking the upper wall of her pussy firmly, matching the rhythm set by his tongue. Quickly he brought her close to orgasm, reading her reactions like a book. When she was on the verge of release, he pulled away again, tracing his fingers along the crease between her sex and her leg, making her jump.

"Hmm. Sensitive, are we? I'll have to remember that for later." Despite her moans imploring him to continue, she heard him leave the room again.

She had no idea how long he was gone, distracted by the moisture trickling from her pussy. He made himself known to her as soon as he came in, though, and she was surprised by the sensation of the head of his cock pressed to her muzzle.

"Does my pet want a taste of master's cock?" She nodded quickly, turning her head to the side, her tongue flicking out to try and lick at him, whimpering when he pulled back.

"Now, now. No need to be hasty. I plan to enjoy this. Now, answer me. Do you want my cock or not, my pet?"

She nodded, whimpering a yes as she strained to get closer to him. Her answer pleased him, and she purred softly, eyes closing behind the blindfold as he thrust hard into her mouth, the head of his cock nudging the back of her throat with each movement of his hips. Her tongue played along his shaft as she began to suck him, licking firmly in time with his thrusts, her moans muffled by his cock. Over and over, he thrust deep into her, grabbing her hair again and guiding her head towards him. Her eyes watered when his cock hit her throat, prompting the slightest reaction of her gag reflex, which only served to excite her further. He seemed to enjoy the idea of her choking on him, and she groaned and whimpered, part of her secretly enjoying it as well. She was his slave completely, and wanted nothing more than to please him any way she could.

He began to groan, his thrusts becoming faster as she began to suck harder, whimpering with a sudden need to taste him, to feel his release spill over her tongue and coat the back of her throat. Her whines went unnoticed, however, and he pulled away, denying her the taste of him as he coated her face with his cum instead, pressing the head of his cock to the side of her muzzle. Her tongue flicked out, trying to catch some of it, but he was careful. The warm wetness of his cum matted her fur, just out of reach of her tongue.

"Oh. Did my pet want a taste? Perhaps next time you'll get one... perhaps not." She almost screamed in her frustration when she heard him walk out of the room again. ::

Remembering that first real punishment, her eyes shut tight against the brightening light of the room, as well as the sensory memories of that day. Her body tingled warmly in response to them, and a long low whimper spilled out from her throat, her muzzle pressed to her upraised arm. Her hips tilted forward almost imperceptibly as the memory continued... and a pair of clear hazel eyes peered at her from under sleep-heavy lids.

:: The next time he'd returned to the room, she'd been dozing fitfully, trying in vain to keep her mounting arousal at bay. She'd never been allowed to finish without her master's approval, and with the amount he'd been tormenting her, she was in danger of losing the battle to keep from orgasm. The pitiful attempt at sleep had staved it off, at least for now, but the sound of him returning to the room caused her entire body to light, tingling with a mixture of anticipation and dread. He was kind and loving, but damned if he didn't know how to turn her into a whimpering ball of fur with just a look.

She felt the bed lower with his weight, felt him move his body over hers. Her hips moved up, and she whimpered pitifully as his body moved up as well, keeping her from the contact she was craving so much.

"Is my pet sorry for what she said yet, or am I going to have to keep you here longer so that you learn your lesson?"

She whined quietly, her tongue flicking out long enough to moisten her mouth enough to speak. "I'm sorry, master. I won't do it again, I swear it to you."

He nodded, smiling down at her as he removed the blindfold, meeting her eyes and running his fingers through her hair. "Good. I suppose I'll let you finish now... but I must admit, I like having you all tied up."

A sadistic smile spread across his face before he leaned down, grinding his hips into hers violently, his face burying into the side of her throat as he bit down firmly, but not enough to hurt. The lemur-fox cried out, her eyes closing tightly, her ears laying back against her head, but she knew it was futile. He would have his way with her, as he always did.

He worked his way down her body again, nails and teeth finding the most sensitive spots on her body and exploiting them mercilessly. Her sides, her back, her hips were clawed at, making her writhe on the bed, pulling with all her strength at the bonds she was in, but to no avail. His mouth found the hollow beneath her chin, her ears, her throat, collarbone, breasts... all working down towards her pussy, now soaking wet to the point of causing the fur of her inner thighs to be matted down, much the way her face was. His mouth pressed to her again, his tongue finding her clit once more, drawing it in and sucking hard on it, and she let out a scream of sheer pleasure. It had almost been enough to push her over, but that wasn't what he had in mind... ::

Another whimper issued from her just before a soft voice broke her reverie. "Tell me, pet, what could you possibly be thinking about that's got you all worked up this early in the morning?"

She let out a startled squeak, her eyes opening wide as her face turned towards the bed, taking in the sight of her master as he raised up on one arm, smiling softly at her. "I... I was thinking about that first time you really... punished me, master," she murmured, her head dropping slightly.

"Really now? And how much of that memory did you get through before I interrupted?" He chuckled softly as a hint of a blush peeked through her fur, noting the struggle she was going through to find the words to answer him.

"... just after you took the blindfold off."

"Ahhh. So then, not quite finished with the memory."

"No, master."

He nodded lightly, sitting up and sliding off the bed, walking over to her. Her eyes widened ever so slightly as she looked at him, surprised that he'd slept nude. He usually opted for some form of clothing, but she didn't mind. He was beautifully endowed, and the sight of him enthralled her every time. He crouched down in front of her, running his hands over her arms and massaging firmly, causing her to shiver and moan quietly.

"How about I let you out of this, then? I'm sure you're sore, aren't you my pet?"

She nodded softly, looking at him again, bright orange eyes blinking slowly against the light now pouring into the room.

"Alright." He flipped the latches on the shackles around her wrists, and she lowered her arms, curling them close to her chest as he released the rest of her bonds. "There. Now, onto the bed, pet."

Scampering up onto the mattress quickly, she lay back, one leg curled up, her arms crossed over her stomach, tail waving idly over the end of the bed. He moved beside her, his hands trailing over her breasts before one slipped between her legs, two fingers sliding inside her, curling slightly and stroking her. She groaned, her hips lifting ever so slightly to accommodate him, noticing how he watched her, studied her. Without a word, he was suddenly over top of her, his arms curving around hers, holding them firmly down. His mouth pressed against hers, his tongue pressing between her lips, twining with hers as his hips rubbed against hers gently. Her legs parted for him, and with a quick thrust, he buried himself inside her. Just like that day she'd been remembering, the sensation of being impaled on his cock brought forth all manner of sounds from her, moans, whimpers, and soft cries of pleasure. Her legs wrapped around his waist as they found their rhythm, rocking together slowly at first, then with increasing urgency as their need, their desire, began to rise. Her hips moved to meet his thrusts, allowing him to drive deeper inside her, filling her, coaxing more moans from her. Faster they moved, her moans now matched with low groans from her master, her eyes closing briefly before opening again, watching him pull back, his lips pressed together, his eyes closed with his own desires.

A moment later, he let out a low cry, his head tilting back as his orgasm hit him, and he thrust violently as he filled her, the lemur-fox stiffening and crying out under him with her own release, brought on by the feeling of his cum spilling into her. They rode that final wave together for a short time, then he dropped onto the bed beside her, pulling her against his chest.

"I take it that's the part of the memory you didn't quite reach, pet," he whispered, his lips pressed to her ear as her tail snaked around their bodies like a living blanket.

She nodded gently against his shoulder, tilting her face up and kissing him again, not with the lust they'd just sated, but with a deeper, more encompassing love, which he returned, making her smile gently. "I love you, master," she murmured, nuzzling against him as she yawned widely, her eyes closing.

A moment later, she was asleep, her last conscious moment filled with his gentle voice and the words "I love you too..."