{"sf1_id":515617,"sf2_id":"J1Oyva2m","title":"Kevin Foxboy 02","author":"KevinFoxboy","words":3880,"posted_at":"2013-03-19T02:23:00.000Z","tags":["Adult","BDSM","Bondage","Chimera","F/M","Fantasy","Female","Fox","Human","Series","Slavery"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/515617-kevin-foxboy-02","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/J1Oyva2m","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/9d/63/9d63a213-4d63-4e3c-9302-897457aabae6","description":"#2 of KFB\n\n\"Owner\" is NSFW with slavery and yiff","content":" Kevin Foxboy 2) Owner  \n  \n\"Greetings, Mistress. I am Kevin FoxBoy Four Seven, Your  \npleasure slave.\" I knelt in the home cage naked, my legs spread to  \nHer sight, my front paws resting pads up on my upper thighs. The  \ncollar, wrist and ankle cuffs I wore were 5 centimeter wide black  \nleather I'd cleaned and oiled to please Her. The heavy chain locked  \nto the anklet buckles was half a meter long as was the one locked  \nbetween my wristlets, so I could walk and move easily but not freely.  \nI had been made to allow much shorter chains. The long leash was 2  \ncentimeters wide, almost 2 meters long. My head was up, my muzzle  \nflat, looking at the floor between my knees. Mistress walked around  \nthe cage to test my body before signing that She took me. The Humans  \nleft Her house, closed the door, and drove away.  \n  \nShe had not said that I might speak, so I was quiet. I would  \nshow Lady Alysa that I knew She owned me by calling Her my'an Mistress.  \nShe spoke firmly. \"Slave, I know you know short words for things in  \nthis house, and what I will use on you as I command you. You will obey  \nme, pleasure me, and learn my desires.\" I replied formally, \"Yes,  \nMistress. I am tamed and trained to obey and pleasure You. I will learn  \nYour desires, Mistress\", showing I knew what She commanded. She told me  \nto look at Her, so I raised my eyes to Her face and saw a little smile.  \nI knew Her face from my wet-tank home and kennel home training. I  \nlooked above Her mouth to Her eyes, shining with interest at Her  \nfoxtoy. My eyes dropped and I said, \"I am Your slave and cannot meet  \nYour gaze, Mistress.\" Her smile became wider. She unlocked the cage  \ndoor.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"Show your respect, FoxBoy\", She commanded. I bent down, so my  \nupper chest and muzzle rested on the floor. I put my tongue out and  \npaused. She did not step back to let me lick the floor, so I touched  \nHer feet lightly. She didn't stop me, so I licked Her feet, first the  \ntops, then Her right outer side, right inner side, left inner side and  \nleft outer side. I returned to Her toes and kissed them, then stopped,  \nface just above Her feet. My tongue was ready to serve Her but not in  \nHer way. \"Good Boy!\", She laughed. I had pleased Her, and passed my  \nfirst test. She did not command me to get up but stepped back and said,  \n\"lie down and put your paws on the floor towards me.\" This was a harder  \ntest. I had to move quickly to obey Her but not startle Her; and I  \nhad to think. Lie Down meant I had to stop kneeling and put my legs  \nstraight out behind me, back pawpads up, so I did that first. Paws  \nOn The Floor meant front paws on the floor on each side of my neck,  \nbetween my head and shoulders; but Towards Me ...? I swallowed and  \nhoped She meant to extend my front paws along the floor as if reaching  \nfor Her feet.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"Yes, good boy\", She said, \"do it faster next time, all of it  \nas one motion, no hesitation!\" I swallowed again, frightened. Would She  \nbeat me for failing to know what She wanted? I replied in fear, \"Y-Yes,  \nMistress\", but She told me She was just a little -- something -- not  \nangry. Again I spoke in fear, \"What word, Mistress? A little, what?\"  \nShe seemed surprised, not angry, \"Annoyed. Don't you know that word,  \nannoyed?\" I felt better, answering Her question; I'd been in fear for  \nspeaking without Her command. \"No, Mistress. I will learn it, please,  \nwhat does it mean?\" She said it meant a little angry, so I said submis-  \nsively, \"So You are a little little angry with me for not knowing Your  \ncommand, Mistress? I am sorry, I was not taught that word. I was taught  \nto obey commands and fear the whip, to submit to chains and leather, to  \nstop what I wanted and think what I was told. And I was trained to  \nplease You in all things, big and little, on Your floor\", I licked  \nHer floor, \"... and in Your bed, if You permit it.\"  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Now She laughed, pleased. I learned to love Her laugh, desire  \nit, need it, beg for Her word I had pleased Her. She looked at my body  \nstretched out at Her feet, Hers to command, strike, beat, or starve.  \nOr ignore, leave chained, blindfolded, stretched; in pain, alone and in  \nfear, as She chose. I was Her foxtoy, Her slave, Her owned thing. I was  \nalso thin and shorter than She was, my furry body built to fit Her, for  \nHer pleasure, Her joy, Her desires. My lifespan was about 40 years. My  \nquick growth in the wet-tank home was only a few months, and continued  \nin the kennel home, fast until I was as old as a Human at eight, and  \nslowing as I was forced to submit in slave training to my present age,  \nas old as a Human at sixteen. I would age the same as Mistress Alysa  \nnow until She was tired of me, then I would die or be resold if I had  \nany value left. I relaxed when I heard Her laugh, \"Prove it!\"  \n  \nI rolled over in place, my body still stretched out. She looked  \nme over again, starting at my back paws, moving to my leather anklets  \nwith their binding rings, my shins, knees, thighs ... I heard Her take  \nin Her breath as She saw my furry balls, my sheath. \"They are Yours  \ntoo, Mistress, for Your pleasure\", I said softly, \"what You see and  \nwhat I hide await You.\" She continued along my body, my hips, waist,  \nribs, chest, shoulders, neck with collar, leash and inviting snap  \nrings. My fox muzzle, face, eyes, ears; my arms, elbows, forearms,  \nleather-cuffed wrists, front paws. All of me was displayed for Mistress  \nAlysa, Hers to do with as She pleased. \"Roll over, beast!\" She  \ncommanded, \"on your stomach!\" Was I beast? I thought so and obeyed,  \nshowing my back, tail, and butt to Her. \"Wave that tail!\" It was a  \nlittle kinky, but I had been forced to allow kinky, so I waved the  \ntail. She giggled so I took a chance, wiggled my butt and curled my  \ntail so the tip touched my collar. I waved my tail some more.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; I was right, Mistress was pleased! She giggled and grabbed my  \ntail, the first time She touched me. I gasped as She moved Her hand  \nthrough the bushy fur along my tail. I responded to Her as the male  \nfur slave I was, groaning softly as my cock poked out of hiding and  \nstiffened. Mistress Alysa heard and saw, and petted my tail again, then  \nran Her fingertips up my spine to my collar. My breath went ragged, and  \nI was very glad I had no mouth gag, so I could breathe. My'an Mistress,  \nwho owned me, was making me sex-hot and ready for Her. She stood over  \nme, moved Her feet on either side of my hips, flipped me over, undid  \nsomething under Her skirt with one hand as She gripped my sheath with  \nthe other, and sat down directly on my stiff cock. It felt wonderful.  \nI wasn't a virgin, not after being trained, and I wanted Her touch. Her  \nalready-moist cunt held me tightly and I moaned and begged to please  \nHer as She slid up and down, raising my hips to reach deeper inside  \nHer. I was trained to fuck a Mistress and hold back until She was done  \nwith me, but this first time with Her made me pump my seed into Her  \nfirst, and She held my cock inside Her as She came loudly.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Then She moved off me and it was time for clean-up. Still  \npanting, I twisted around to lick Her wet cunt, slowly and softly so I  \ncould drink Her hot juices and my cum. She had not commanded me to go  \nagain so I stopped when I was done and said reverently, \"Thank You,  \nMistress, for using Your slave and letting him lick Your body\", as I  \nwas taught. \"I'm done with you for now, clean yourself up\", She said.  \nI obeyed as She stood up. \"Now how will we get that cage into your  \nkennel? I should have had the\" -- something -- \"men take it before they  \nleft.\" I'd been lifting my soft cock to lick it and my thigh fur clean  \nbut dropped it so it could slide back into my sheath. An R3 would just  \nhave waited patiently for Her command, in fact it wouldn't have pleased  \nHer with the fuck -- R3s don't have sex parts. As an R4, though, I took  \nHer question as a command to find out the answer, and knew what to do  \nto Get the Cage in the Kennel. \"I will carry it, Mistress. Please,  \nwhere is the kennel?\"  \n  \nShe looked down at my small body, still on Her floor. \"You  \ncan't carry that, the steel is far too heavy\", She said. \"May I try,  \nMistress?\" I asked. She grunted, \"Eh ... yes\" so I crawled over to the  \ncage and closed the door. I looked at it, a one meter cube, took a deep  \nbreath, tightened my gut, and lifted the near end onto my kneeling  \nbody. I could tell that Mistress was very pleased but She said, \"don't  \nhurt yourself, I can't use a hurt slave.\" \"I have it, Mistress\", I  \nreplied, although my back bent as I slid under the cage and I had  \ntrouble getting up. \"Just put it in the back room, that's yours now.\"  \nShe sounded as if She still didn't think I could handle it, but I  \nstaggered after Her as She led me down the hall to the last room. I  \nwent in, turned around slowly, and barely got it down to the floor  \nwithout dropping it. I didn't hit any walls as I went by.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"My, that's very -- \" something, She said. I was still  \nbreathing heavily, bent over, my paws on my thighs. \"You did hurt  \nyourself!\" I only heard the anger in Her voice. Very afraid, I fell  \nlike a stone to the floor, stretched out, and begged Her mercy. She  \nsaid She didn't know I would do that, She thought I might need a vet;  \nas I begged to kiss Her feet She knew I wasn't hurt, just very afraid.  \n\"Yes, foxboy, kiss; I'm not angry, I just don't want to have to fix  \nyou up.\" I moaned, \"Yes, thank You, Mistress\" in a very relieved tone,  \ncrawled to Her, and kissed Her feet. \"Ooh, they are tasty, Mistress.\"  \nThe salt in Her sweat did taste good. She giggled, \"That's enough, now.  \nKneel to me like a good foxboy. Now just how strong are you, and make  \nsure you never hurt me.\" Hurt Her?! Never! The very idea made me feel  \nsick, but I managed to say, \"Lifting and carrying the cage was very  \nhard for me, Mistress, I don't want to do that again! And I was made  \nand trained never to hurt a Human!\"  \n  \nI had risen to kneel as I had in the cage, my legs spread wide,  \nmy front paws on my thighs. Mistress Alysa frowned, but She said  \nmildly, \"Not even someone breaking in to hurt me?\" I couldn't think  \nclearly, the words confused me. \"I just don't know what You mean,  \nMistress. I'm sorry, I know You can hurt me as You please but I don't  \nknow the words Someone Hurt You! And Break In is what an R3 guard  \nstops.\" I got afraid again, dropped my muzzle, and added, \"I'm sorry  \nto speak so much, Mistress!\"  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; She told me it was OK, a word I knew; neither good nor bad.  \nShe asked again if I would stop someone from hurting Her, and I  \nreplied, \"I would die before letting You be hurt, Mistress.\" \"And  \njust what would you do to stop it?\" \"I would put my body between You  \nand danger, Mistress, and push it away. I think You want more, but I  \nam not trained, I am not a guard ... fox\", I spoke slowly, remembering  \nmy training and mind-work from the kennel home. \"Do You want me to  \nlearn to save You, Mistress?\" She paused then said, \"I'll think about  \nit. Now tell me, what are you trained to do for me?\" I smiled up at  \nHer and said, \"Keep the house and laundry clean, wash my paws to cook  \nfood and wash the dishes after that, pick up and take away trash. And  \nserve You as I did when You sat on me.\"  \n  \n\"Oh, you liked that, did you, FoxBoy?\" She saw me, a big smile  \non my muzzle, no teeth showing. \"Yes I did, Mistress, and Your slave  \nliked when You petted his tail!\" She snorted. \"I didn't do that for  \nyou, I wanted to feel you up and make you submit.\" I ducked my head  \nand said, \"That is Your right, as my'an Mistress, and Your slave thanks  \nYou for Your touch and firm command. I will learn what pleases You, and  \nI will do those things as often as You wish.\" I lowered my voice and  \nadded, \"it is also Your right to keep me ... hungry for Your touch.\" I  \nheard again that lovely laugh from Mistress Alysa.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"If you're not hurt, slave, come with me.\" She hadn't told me  \nto rise or stand, so I crawled on my paws and knees from the back room  \nkennel to the next room. It was Her bedroom. She looked back and liked  \nseeing me on my knees as a slave should be. \"Lie across the bed,  \nbeast!\" She commanded. I now knew I was beast, and crawled to Her bed,  \nrising only enough to move to the sheets. \"Bellycross\", She said. How  \ndid She know that slave command? Quickly I lay on my belly, legs  \nstretched out, ankles crossed, back pawpads up, my muzzle straight  \nahead, then crossed my wrists on my back at the base of my tail. I  \nheld my breath; would She rub my tail again? I felt Her clip my anklets  \ntogether, my wristlets together. Two short ropes clipped my collar and  \nankles to the bed. I lay trapped in bondage, stretched to Her whim.  \n  \nShe stood at one side of the bed near my muzzle, with a wicked  \ngrin on Her face. I cringed, and Her grin grew wider. \"Frightened,  \nslave foxboy?\" She asked. \"Yes, Mistress!\" I started to say, but She  \nraised Her skirt and my slave training took over, forcing me to love  \nthis part of my slavery and taste Her bare cunt. My fox tongue slid out  \nby itself and licked up and down Her labia, caressing them from bottom  \nto top and back, four sides of two tasty folds. My cock slid out onto  \nHer bedsheets and became hard, my mind bathed in sex-heat and female  \naroma. The tongue slipped inside Her and flicked back and forth like  \na snake searching for food, which it was. Lapping Her waters, sliding  \nthem down my throat, hungrily licking Her insides looking for more. I  \nwasn't the only one moaning softly as Her pleasure increased. She  \nleaned over me as I lay, grabbed my tail, and felt me.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; My body went rigid as I came but my muzzle and tongue stayed  \nwhere they belonged. Soon I found Her pleasure spot and was rewarded  \nas my nose was drenched in Her waters. I drank them quickly so I could  \nbreathe again, then licked my nose dry. I tried to follow Her as She  \nmoved away, to clean Her thighs, but She went past where my bonds would  \nlet me go; and I was unhappy as She left me but I liked seeing Her  \nbody. Somewhere during my tongue-work She had removed the skirt and  \nleft it on the floor. I heard running water; when She returned Her  \nthighs were wet but smelled only of soap. I guessed She had washed,  \nmaybe at the bathroom sink. She was nude now. She returned with two  \ncloths; I saw water drip from one as She ordered me to close my muzzle.  \nMy'an Mistress washed my muzzle and rubbed it dry with the other cloth,  \nthen rolled me over on the bed.  \n  \n\"My, my, what do we have here?\", She asked, \"Foxboy made a  \nlittle mess.\" I whimpered with my closed muzzle, but She laughed as  \nShe told me to lick it up. She unclipped the rope on my collar so I  \ncould curl up and obey. Then I saw Her go to a box and get out a  \nleather whip. I froze in abject terror, my slave mind knowing the  \npain of chains and whips. I tried to think but I was frozen in my  \nmind as well as my body. I had tongued my'an Mistress, heard Her  \npleasure, and drunk Her waters, all without needing Her command.  \nShe had washed me, She didn't seem angry; why the whip? But I had  \ncum on Her bed. Without Her allowing it. Mistress Alysa saw my frozen  \nterror, dropped the whip on the floor, and sat on the bed beside me.  \nShe gently put Her hand under my muzzle palm up so I didn't fear a  \nslap. She seemed unsure of Herself for the first time, and spoke  \ngently, soothingly. \"There, there, Kevin, it's OK, I'm not angry.  \nI forgot what the mere sight of a whip means to a slave.\"  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; As I looked at Her, She saw my great relief. How, how could  \nShe know of a slave fur's fear? A Human had the total right to beat  \na slave, make him or her scream in agony, for any failure to obey or  \nsubmit, and a Master or Mistress had that right as a whim, no reason  \nneeded. How could She know that a Punishment Whip could tear fur and  \nflesh, and in the hands of a cruel Master could kill a slave if he  \nwere lucky, or cripple him to a short life of total suffering? That  \nis what a whip means to a slave, and why I froze at sight of one.  \nMy'an Mistress slid off the bed, bent down, and hid the whip with  \nHer body as She picked up two of the blades and carried it, dangling  \nunusable to the box. I was very attentive and only relaxed a little  \nas She put it away.  \n  \nMistress spoke, \"I want to try something else with you, foxboy.  \nHave you ever known pleasure with leather toys, or have you only known  \npain?\" I told Her that leather bonds had been forced on me at training,  \nas well as the collar and four cuffs locked on me now. I had known  \nlittle and big pain, and strips around my cock and balls had been fun  \nwhen removed. I had known pleasure from giving and getting fucks. I  \nhad never known pleasure from leather.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Mistress Alysa picked out some toy from the box and showed me  \nsix leather strips, each a meter long. Were they for binding a slave,  \nor something worse? I whimpered. My'an Mistress held the limp leather  \nin Her hand; moving slowly She brought them near my muzzle and told me  \nto sniff them. I did so, commanded. She saw the questioning look in my  \neyes and said, \"I know you slaves use smell more than sight.\" It was  \ntrue, Humans used faces and colors to know each other; mixes used their  \nanimal sense of smell. Scent of cow, tanning water, Her hand, ...  \nsomething I didn't know but seemed good flowed over me; I wasn't sure  \nif She wanted me afraid or not, but She said, \"I'm just going to pet  \nyou with these, not beat you\" then commanded me to lie still and let  \nHer leather touch me. I obeyed.  \n  \nShe brought the leather strips slowly across my lower jaw, down  \nand across the back of my neck around my collar, then past shoulders,  \nribs, flanks, ... She moved the leather down my body as She had looked  \nup it before. The leather pulled gently at my fur and I shivered as  \nit felt like She was petting me all the way down my body. I gasped  \nas the strips passed the base of my tail and my rounded rump. My  \ntail twitched, I couldn't help it; it felt good. My'an Mistress  \ntaught me to enjoy the feel of leather caressing my body.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; My cock was getting hard again as I moaned, \"Mistress, You are  \nmaking Your slave so sex-hot. Please use me now, I don't want to mess  \nYour bed.\" She had a grin on Her face. \"Can't you control yourself?\" I  \nhad been trained to control it, using leather strips on my sex parts,  \nbut Mistress was heating me so much! \"Bind my cock and balls, please  \nMistress!\" I begged. I pleaded that no Mistress from the kennel home  \nwas like Her, She was my'an Owner I was made to love and serve;  \nself-control was so much harder with Her. She showed mercy to Her poor  \npleasure slave and let me have the release I needed. My loud yips of  \nbeast pleasure filled the room.  \n  \nMistress Alysa had me use the wet and dry cloths to take the  \nsigns of my pleasure from the bedsheets then rinse them out in the  \nbathroom sink. My tail waved happily as I walked away. I went to the  \nbathroom sink and used the cloths to wash and dry my fur then returned  \nto Her bedroom to change the sheets, but She told me just to move the  \ntop one! I obeyed and saw another sheet ready for Her sleep; again I  \nfelt awe for my Owner, She had the spare one on because She knew how  \nto use Her foxtoy. I fell to my knees before Her and showed Her respect  \nas I did in the cage, my legs wide, my body flat on Her floor. She  \nhadn't commanded this and asked, \"What is it you wish to say, Kevin?\"  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; She used my name again, not 'slave', 'foxboy', or 'beast'.  \nI trembled and my voice was weak, \"This poor slave begs to know,  \nMistress, how You know the slave command 'bellycross', my fear of  \nthe whip, to make me sex-hot with leather, and that I showed respect  \nbecause I felt the need to ask You all this.\" Again I had spoken only  \nto answer Her, but I was afraid of displeasing Her. She paused to think  \nand said, \"I will not tell you now. I may speak later. But I know other  \nslave commands and how to use leather to hurt you or make you more  \nsex-hot, and how a slave may beg to speak.\" It was hard for me to  \nspeak but my slave training made me say, \"Yes, Mistress. Thank You  \nfor listening to Your foxtoy.\"  \n  \n  \n\n","series":{"name":"KFB","previous":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/512846-kevin-foxboy-01.json","next":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/519159-kevin-foxboy-03.json"}}