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Kevin Foxboy 2) Owner

"Greetings, Mistress. I am Kevin FoxBoy Four Seven, Your pleasure slave." I knelt in the home cage naked, my legs spread to Her sight, my front paws resting pads up on my upper thighs. The collar, wrist and ankle cuffs I wore were 5 centimeter wide black leather I'd cleaned and oiled to please Her. The heavy chain locked to the anklet buckles was half a meter long as was the one locked between my wristlets, so I could walk and move easily but not freely. I had been made to allow much shorter chains. The long leash was 2 centimeters wide, almost 2 meters long. My head was up, my muzzle flat, looking at the floor between my knees. Mistress walked around the cage to test my body before signing that She took me. The Humans left Her house, closed the door, and drove away.

She had not said that I might speak, so I was quiet. I would show Lady Alysa that I knew She owned me by calling Her my'an Mistress. She spoke firmly. "Slave, I know you know short words for things in this house, and what I will use on you as I command you. You will obey me, pleasure me, and learn my desires." I replied formally, "Yes, Mistress. I am tamed and trained to obey and pleasure You. I will learn Your desires, Mistress", showing I knew what She commanded. She told me to look at Her, so I raised my eyes to Her face and saw a little smile. I knew Her face from my wet-tank home and kennel home training. I looked above Her mouth to Her eyes, shining with interest at Her foxtoy. My eyes dropped and I said, "I am Your slave and cannot meet Your gaze, Mistress." Her smile became wider. She unlocked the cage door.

"Show your respect, FoxBoy", She commanded. I bent down, so my upper chest and muzzle rested on the floor. I put my tongue out and paused. She did not step back to let me lick the floor, so I touched Her feet lightly. She didn't stop me, so I licked Her feet, first the tops, then Her right outer side, right inner side, left inner side and left outer side. I returned to Her toes and kissed them, then stopped, face just above Her feet. My tongue was ready to serve Her but not in Her way. "Good Boy!", She laughed. I had pleased Her, and passed my first test. She did not command me to get up but stepped back and said, "lie down and put your paws on the floor towards me." This was a harder test. I had to move quickly to obey Her but not startle Her; and I had to think. Lie Down meant I had to stop kneeling and put my legs straight out behind me, back pawpads up, so I did that first. Paws On The Floor meant front paws on the floor on each side of my neck, between my head and shoulders; but Towards Me ...? I swallowed and hoped She meant to extend my front paws along the floor as if reaching for Her feet.

"Yes, good boy", She said, "do it faster next time, all of it as one motion, no hesitation!" I swallowed again, frightened. Would She beat me for failing to know what She wanted? I replied in fear, "Y-Yes, Mistress", but She told me She was just a little -- something -- not angry. Again I spoke in fear, "What word, Mistress? A little, what?" She seemed surprised, not angry, "Annoyed. Don't you know that word, annoyed?" I felt better, answering Her question; I'd been in fear for speaking without Her command. "No, Mistress. I will learn it, please, what does it mean?" She said it meant a little angry, so I said submis- sively, "So You are a little little angry with me for not knowing Your command, Mistress? I am sorry, I was not taught that word. I was taught to obey commands and fear the whip, to submit to chains and leather, to stop what I wanted and think what I was told. And I was trained to please You in all things, big and little, on Your floor", I licked Her floor, "... and in Your bed, if You permit it."

Now She laughed, pleased. I learned to love Her laugh, desire it, need it, beg for Her word I had pleased Her. She looked at my body stretched out at Her feet, Hers to command, strike, beat, or starve. Or ignore, leave chained, blindfolded, stretched; in pain, alone and in fear, as She chose. I was Her foxtoy, Her slave, Her owned thing. I was also thin and shorter than She was, my furry body built to fit Her, for Her pleasure, Her joy, Her desires. My lifespan was about 40 years. My quick growth in the wet-tank home was only a few months, and continued in the kennel home, fast until I was as old as a Human at eight, and slowing as I was forced to submit in slave training to my present age, as old as a Human at sixteen. I would age the same as Mistress Alysa now until She was tired of me, then I would die or be resold if I had any value left. I relaxed when I heard Her laugh, "Prove it!"

I rolled over in place, my body still stretched out. She looked me over again, starting at my back paws, moving to my leather anklets with their binding rings, my shins, knees, thighs ... I heard Her take in Her breath as She saw my furry balls, my sheath. "They are Yours too, Mistress, for Your pleasure", I said softly, "what You see and what I hide await You." She continued along my body, my hips, waist, ribs, chest, shoulders, neck with collar, leash and inviting snap rings. My fox muzzle, face, eyes, ears; my arms, elbows, forearms, leather-cuffed wrists, front paws. All of me was displayed for Mistress Alysa, Hers to do with as She pleased. "Roll over, beast!" She commanded, "on your stomach!" Was I beast? I thought so and obeyed, showing my back, tail, and butt to Her. "Wave that tail!" It was a little kinky, but I had been forced to allow kinky, so I waved the tail. She giggled so I took a chance, wiggled my butt and curled my tail so the tip touched my collar. I waved my tail some more.

I was right, Mistress was pleased! She giggled and grabbed my tail, the first time She touched me. I gasped as She moved Her hand through the bushy fur along my tail. I responded to Her as the male fur slave I was, groaning softly as my cock poked out of hiding and stiffened. Mistress Alysa heard and saw, and petted my tail again, then ran Her fingertips up my spine to my collar. My breath went ragged, and I was very glad I had no mouth gag, so I could breathe. My'an Mistress, who owned me, was making me sex-hot and ready for Her. She stood over me, moved Her feet on either side of my hips, flipped me over, undid something under Her skirt with one hand as She gripped my sheath with the other, and sat down directly on my stiff cock. It felt wonderful. I wasn't a virgin, not after being trained, and I wanted Her touch. Her already-moist cunt held me tightly and I moaned and begged to please Her as She slid up and down, raising my hips to reach deeper inside Her. I was trained to fuck a Mistress and hold back until She was done with me, but this first time with Her made me pump my seed into Her first, and She held my cock inside Her as She came loudly.

Then She moved off me and it was time for clean-up. Still panting, I twisted around to lick Her wet cunt, slowly and softly so I could drink Her hot juices and my cum. She had not commanded me to go again so I stopped when I was done and said reverently, "Thank You, Mistress, for using Your slave and letting him lick Your body", as I was taught. "I'm done with you for now, clean yourself up", She said. I obeyed as She stood up. "Now how will we get that cage into your kennel? I should have had the" -- something -- "men take it before they left." I'd been lifting my soft cock to lick it and my thigh fur clean but dropped it so it could slide back into my sheath. An R3 would just have waited patiently for Her command, in fact it wouldn't have pleased Her with the fuck -- R3s don't have sex parts. As an R4, though, I took Her question as a command to find out the answer, and knew what to do to Get the Cage in the Kennel. "I will carry it, Mistress. Please, where is the kennel?"

She looked down at my small body, still on Her floor. "You can't carry that, the steel is far too heavy", She said. "May I try, Mistress?" I asked. She grunted, "Eh ... yes" so I crawled over to the cage and closed the door. I looked at it, a one meter cube, took a deep breath, tightened my gut, and lifted the near end onto my kneeling body. I could tell that Mistress was very pleased but She said, "don't hurt yourself, I can't use a hurt slave." "I have it, Mistress", I replied, although my back bent as I slid under the cage and I had trouble getting up. "Just put it in the back room, that's yours now." She sounded as if She still didn't think I could handle it, but I staggered after Her as She led me down the hall to the last room. I went in, turned around slowly, and barely got it down to the floor without dropping it. I didn't hit any walls as I went by.

"My, that's very -- " something, She said. I was still breathing heavily, bent over, my paws on my thighs. "You did hurt yourself!" I only heard the anger in Her voice. Very afraid, I fell like a stone to the floor, stretched out, and begged Her mercy. She said She didn't know I would do that, She thought I might need a vet; as I begged to kiss Her feet She knew I wasn't hurt, just very afraid. "Yes, foxboy, kiss; I'm not angry, I just don't want to have to fix you up." I moaned, "Yes, thank You, Mistress" in a very relieved tone, crawled to Her, and kissed Her feet. "Ooh, they are tasty, Mistress." The salt in Her sweat did taste good. She giggled, "That's enough, now. Kneel to me like a good foxboy. Now just how strong are you, and make sure you never hurt me." Hurt Her?! Never! The very idea made me feel sick, but I managed to say, "Lifting and carrying the cage was very hard for me, Mistress, I don't want to do that again! And I was made and trained never to hurt a Human!"

I had risen to kneel as I had in the cage, my legs spread wide, my front paws on my thighs. Mistress Alysa frowned, but She said mildly, "Not even someone breaking in to hurt me?" I couldn't think clearly, the words confused me. "I just don't know what You mean, Mistress. I'm sorry, I know You can hurt me as You please but I don't know the words Someone Hurt You! And Break In is what an R3 guard stops." I got afraid again, dropped my muzzle, and added, "I'm sorry to speak so much, Mistress!"

She told me it was OK, a word I knew; neither good nor bad. She asked again if I would stop someone from hurting Her, and I replied, "I would die before letting You be hurt, Mistress." "And just what would you do to stop it?" "I would put my body between You and danger, Mistress, and push it away. I think You want more, but I am not trained, I am not a guard ... fox", I spoke slowly, remembering my training and mind-work from the kennel home. "Do You want me to learn to save You, Mistress?" She paused then said, "I'll think about it. Now tell me, what are you trained to do for me?" I smiled up at Her and said, "Keep the house and laundry clean, wash my paws to cook food and wash the dishes after that, pick up and take away trash. And serve You as I did when You sat on me."

"Oh, you liked that, did you, FoxBoy?" She saw me, a big smile on my muzzle, no teeth showing. "Yes I did, Mistress, and Your slave liked when You petted his tail!" She snorted. "I didn't do that for you, I wanted to feel you up and make you submit." I ducked my head and said, "That is Your right, as my'an Mistress, and Your slave thanks You for Your touch and firm command. I will learn what pleases You, and I will do those things as often as You wish." I lowered my voice and added, "it is also Your right to keep me ... hungry for Your touch." I heard again that lovely laugh from Mistress Alysa.

"If you're not hurt, slave, come with me." She hadn't told me to rise or stand, so I crawled on my paws and knees from the back room kennel to the next room. It was Her bedroom. She looked back and liked seeing me on my knees as a slave should be. "Lie across the bed, beast!" She commanded. I now knew I was beast, and crawled to Her bed, rising only enough to move to the sheets. "Bellycross", She said. How did She know that slave command? Quickly I lay on my belly, legs stretched out, ankles crossed, back pawpads up, my muzzle straight ahead, then crossed my wrists on my back at the base of my tail. I held my breath; would She rub my tail again? I felt Her clip my anklets together, my wristlets together. Two short ropes clipped my collar and ankles to the bed. I lay trapped in bondage, stretched to Her whim.

She stood at one side of the bed near my muzzle, with a wicked grin on Her face. I cringed, and Her grin grew wider. "Frightened, slave foxboy?" She asked. "Yes, Mistress!" I started to say, but She raised Her skirt and my slave training took over, forcing me to love this part of my slavery and taste Her bare cunt. My fox tongue slid out by itself and licked up and down Her labia, caressing them from bottom to top and back, four sides of two tasty folds. My cock slid out onto Her bedsheets and became hard, my mind bathed in sex-heat and female aroma. The tongue slipped inside Her and flicked back and forth like a snake searching for food, which it was. Lapping Her waters, sliding them down my throat, hungrily licking Her insides looking for more. I wasn't the only one moaning softly as Her pleasure increased. She leaned over me as I lay, grabbed my tail, and felt me.

My body went rigid as I came but my muzzle and tongue stayed where they belonged. Soon I found Her pleasure spot and was rewarded as my nose was drenched in Her waters. I drank them quickly so I could breathe again, then licked my nose dry. I tried to follow Her as She moved away, to clean Her thighs, but She went past where my bonds would let me go; and I was unhappy as She left me but I liked seeing Her body. Somewhere during my tongue-work She had removed the skirt and left it on the floor. I heard running water; when She returned Her thighs were wet but smelled only of soap. I guessed She had washed, maybe at the bathroom sink. She was nude now. She returned with two cloths; I saw water drip from one as She ordered me to close my muzzle. My'an Mistress washed my muzzle and rubbed it dry with the other cloth, then rolled me over on the bed.

"My, my, what do we have here?", She asked, "Foxboy made a little mess." I whimpered with my closed muzzle, but She laughed as She told me to lick it up. She unclipped the rope on my collar so I could curl up and obey. Then I saw Her go to a box and get out a leather whip. I froze in abject terror, my slave mind knowing the pain of chains and whips. I tried to think but I was frozen in my mind as well as my body. I had tongued my'an Mistress, heard Her pleasure, and drunk Her waters, all without needing Her command. She had washed me, She didn't seem angry; why the whip? But I had cum on Her bed. Without Her allowing it. Mistress Alysa saw my frozen terror, dropped the whip on the floor, and sat on the bed beside me. She gently put Her hand under my muzzle palm up so I didn't fear a slap. She seemed unsure of Herself for the first time, and spoke gently, soothingly. "There, there, Kevin, it's OK, I'm not angry. I forgot what the mere sight of a whip means to a slave."

As I looked at Her, She saw my great relief. How, how could She know of a slave fur's fear? A Human had the total right to beat a slave, make him or her scream in agony, for any failure to obey or submit, and a Master or Mistress had that right as a whim, no reason needed. How could She know that a Punishment Whip could tear fur and flesh, and in the hands of a cruel Master could kill a slave if he were lucky, or cripple him to a short life of total suffering? That is what a whip means to a slave, and why I froze at sight of one. My'an Mistress slid off the bed, bent down, and hid the whip with Her body as She picked up two of the blades and carried it, dangling unusable to the box. I was very attentive and only relaxed a little as She put it away.

Mistress spoke, "I want to try something else with you, foxboy. Have you ever known pleasure with leather toys, or have you only known pain?" I told Her that leather bonds had been forced on me at training, as well as the collar and four cuffs locked on me now. I had known little and big pain, and strips around my cock and balls had been fun when removed. I had known pleasure from giving and getting fucks. I had never known pleasure from leather.

Mistress Alysa picked out some toy from the box and showed me six leather strips, each a meter long. Were they for binding a slave, or something worse? I whimpered. My'an Mistress held the limp leather in Her hand; moving slowly She brought them near my muzzle and told me to sniff them. I did so, commanded. She saw the questioning look in my eyes and said, "I know you slaves use smell more than sight." It was true, Humans used faces and colors to know each other; mixes used their animal sense of smell. Scent of cow, tanning water, Her hand, ... something I didn't know but seemed good flowed over me; I wasn't sure if She wanted me afraid or not, but She said, "I'm just going to pet you with these, not beat you" then commanded me to lie still and let Her leather touch me. I obeyed.

She brought the leather strips slowly across my lower jaw, down and across the back of my neck around my collar, then past shoulders, ribs, flanks, ... She moved the leather down my body as She had looked up it before. The leather pulled gently at my fur and I shivered as it felt like She was petting me all the way down my body. I gasped as the strips passed the base of my tail and my rounded rump. My tail twitched, I couldn't help it; it felt good. My'an Mistress taught me to enjoy the feel of leather caressing my body.

My cock was getting hard again as I moaned, "Mistress, You are making Your slave so sex-hot. Please use me now, I don't want to mess Your bed." She had a grin on Her face. "Can't you control yourself?" I had been trained to control it, using leather strips on my sex parts, but Mistress was heating me so much! "Bind my cock and balls, please Mistress!" I begged. I pleaded that no Mistress from the kennel home was like Her, She was my'an Owner I was made to love and serve; self-control was so much harder with Her. She showed mercy to Her poor pleasure slave and let me have the release I needed. My loud yips of beast pleasure filled the room.

Mistress Alysa had me use the wet and dry cloths to take the signs of my pleasure from the bedsheets then rinse them out in the bathroom sink. My tail waved happily as I walked away. I went to the bathroom sink and used the cloths to wash and dry my fur then returned to Her bedroom to change the sheets, but She told me just to move the top one! I obeyed and saw another sheet ready for Her sleep; again I felt awe for my Owner, She had the spare one on because She knew how to use Her foxtoy. I fell to my knees before Her and showed Her respect as I did in the cage, my legs wide, my body flat on Her floor. She hadn't commanded this and asked, "What is it you wish to say, Kevin?"

She used my name again, not 'slave', 'foxboy', or 'beast'. I trembled and my voice was weak, "This poor slave begs to know, Mistress, how You know the slave command 'bellycross', my fear of the whip, to make me sex-hot with leather, and that I showed respect because I felt the need to ask You all this." Again I had spoken only to answer Her, but I was afraid of displeasing Her. She paused to think and said, "I will not tell you now. I may speak later. But I know other slave commands and how to use leather to hurt you or make you more sex-hot, and how a slave may beg to speak." It was hard for me to speak but my slave training made me say, "Yes, Mistress. Thank You for listening to Your foxtoy."