# Kevin Foxboy 02

Author: KevinFoxboy
Tags: Adult, BDSM, Bondage, Chimera, F/M, Fantasy, Female, Fox, Human, Series, Slavery

#2 of KFB

"Owner" is NSFW with slavery and yiff

 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."

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