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Cadence was the most beautiful thing that had walked into my life. While she was willing, she was also in a slight daze. I made sure everything I did was consensual. The method of "hypnotism" I used could easily be shaken off if the subconscious mind wanted so. All I did was make them more malleable. Her purposed presence encouraged me to take up my old habits. Instead of making coffee I went to the basement and woke my mare. My heart melted when she stretched and let out a squeaky yawn.

The first night she stayed with me I tucked her in bed and retreated up to my room. I closed my door and was greeted by the usual silence, but with an air of excitement. I sat on the edge of my bed and opened my nightstand in search for my little black book. I kept a journal containing my litany of misdeeds and this day certainly had to be made an entry.

Cadence was quite a sight to see in my little dungeon. How fitting for me to "get back on the saddle" with this mare? She was attentive for the most part, but like any new pet she has some lessons to learn. Until then, she'll be sleeping in the servant's bed. I'm surprised I lasted as long as I did during our session. My sexual tolerance hasn't seemed to go down. The uphill sensation to climax was almost nostalgic when accompanied with the delightful chore of dominating someone. She definitely enjoyed it, although I had to spoil the end for her a little. She'll learn.

There wasn't a pill on earth that could give me the kind of sleep Cadence helped facilitate. I woke feeling groggy, almost like being drugged. I stretched and contorted my torso in a manner that popped my spine. I relaxed after a satisfying crunch. After that I got Cadence up and took her to the kitchen. I instructed her that she would be making my coffee every morning. Aside from that she wouldn't have many chores. After all, she wasn't actually a "slave." She was a willing guest in my home and I had to show her respect in return for it. I wouldn't force her to do anything that was too far from reason.

Having only the clothes on her back and seeing as she was to live with me I had two options: A. Get her new clothes or B. get a hold of her other ones. I had just initiated her training so I couldn't just have her running off to God-knows-where. She should consider herself lucky; previous slaves had been chained up until the only thoughts that crossed their minds were ones of submission. She had a certain control over me. I couldn't go a day without seeing that face. She kissed me on the cheek and I snapped out of my daze. She had a slight tiredness in her eyes.

"Can I make you anything?" I asked.

"Anything's fine." She smiled.

I made her toast and eggs. It was simple, but filling. This would be the stage where I find the tiniest disobediences to punish them with. Some mistakes would be intentional just for my attention. Cadence cleaned her plate. If it were any sort of test, she would've passed. I brought up the issue of her clothes and she told me she could get them.

"No," I said. "I can't have you leaving the house just yet. Write your address down and I'll retrieve them."

"Ok." She said hesitantly. I got her a pen and a slip of paper which she scribbled the address down on. I took her down to the basement and made it clear that she was not to touch anything.

"Do you understand?" I said. She nodded yes and I went back up the steps to lock the door and set out to get her clothes.

I was almost surprised by where she lived. The city had neglected the street a little too long. There were cracks with grass growing out from them. The houses weren't in much better shape either. Shotgun houses line the road. There couldn't have been more than three feet between them. They were painted with all sorts of weird color schemes. I pulled up to a lime green house trimmed with a much darker forest green.

I knocked on the door with no response in return. I knocked again, still nothing. I peered through the front window next to the door and saw a mare sleeping on a couch. She was not unlike the mare I had back home. I faced the door once again and jiggled the doorknob. It was unlocked. I sighed with a brief feeling of disgust at the fact she didn't even lock her door. I stepped in and could immediately smell the alcohol. Functioning my ass I thought.

I stepped past her into the shallow depth of the house and located Cadence's room. It was surprisingly neat compared to the rest of the house. I went to the kitchen and rummaged through the drawers and got a few garbage bags. I emptied her drawers and filled the plastic sacks with her all-female garb. She even had a few lingerie items. They were pairs of panties made of soft silk and lace. I had a moment of weakness and raised the thin fabric to my nose. I stopped myself and felt silly. No one was around, but still.

I had to make two trips to my car to get all of her clothes. Both of which her mother didn't take any notice to. After my first trip I saw something on her dresser. It was just a photograph of her and her mother. They were probably at some kind of nature reserve because the trees were behind an old brown fence with a sign on it describing the plant life. They had their arms wrapped around each other's necks and Cadence made the classic rabbit ears behind her mother's mane. They looked eerily similar. You had to take in the fact that the petite mare to the right in the tank top was a male. Before I walked out something came to mind. It struck me as some sort of courtesy to her mother. I left her a note informing her that her daughter was now living with me, her boyfriend. It was as close to the truth as she was going to get.

I awkwardly carried the bags into my home in one trip. I set them down in the living room and stepped down the hall to unlock the basement door. She was sitting on the bed in an innocent fashion. I asked her to get her clothes from upstairs, fold them and place them in my room. She nodded and headed off. I paced my playroom in search of something out of place. She touched something, I just knew it. Simply because I'd told her not to, Cadence had. It was one of my little tests and almost everyone failed it. I was very meticulous about the way I organized things. I could always tell when something's been moved. On the wall across from the bed there was a bureau.

I laid a paw on the deep red wood. The surface was cold compared to the air. I turned the oval knob and shed light on the tools that had been neglected over the years. Silicone, leather, and stainless steel were among the materials used to construct my demented "toys." On the shelf was a small whip. It didn't quite match the thin outline of dust that surrounded it. It was off by just a hair, but it was enough. After Cadence had finished folding the clothes neatly and placed them in organized piles I led her down to the basement. With my paws on her shoulders and my chin resting on her head, I asked her to open the cabinet.

"Do you see what I see?" I asked.

"No, what do you see?" She said innocently. I chuckled.

"This has been moved." I said, pointing to the small whip. "Although I suppose I can't blame you. It's one of my favorites as well."

"I-I'm sorry master." She stammered.

"It's quite alright, but this does mean I have to punish you." I said calmly.

"What?" She asked.

"No questions. Strip down and lay on the bed." Reluctantly, she crossed her arms and pulled her top over her head and exposed her bare chest. She slid her skirt down and revealed the cotton panties that hugged the form of her tush. Her penis over the waistband still caged in my sex trap. She laid out on her stomach and rested on her elbows. I set the whip on the corner and knelt beside the bed. Underneath were fur-lined, leather cuffs attached to light weight chains. I fastened one around her ankle and she looked back at me.

"What are you doing?" She asked.

"I said no questions." I barked and she quickly looked away. I reached a paw between the mattress and the headboard and retrieved the remaining cuffs to put around her wrists. I turned to the wall which a lever hung on. It was a chrome rod with a shiny rubber grip. I wrapped my paw and pulled it down making a muffled cranking noise under the bed. The chains tightened. She had a worried expression as the mechanism stretched her flat across the bed. You had to be delicate with this sort of thing. I didn't want to dislocate anything or cut off circulation.

Her light pink panties stood out against her gray coat. I took up the whip in paw and gazed over the bed. She let out a soft whimper as I raised it. It slapped against her rump sending little bolts of pain through her. I didn't hit very hard; I wouldn't dream of making her bleed, especially over something so trivial. She bit her lower lip and squeaked as the leather straps slapped against her bottom.

"Careful, make too much noise and I might have to gag you." I warned.

She closed her eyes and shook her head. When we were done I pressed the red button on the end of the lever to release the chains. Before I undid the cuffs I sat on the edge of the bed and stroked her back.

"Have we learned our lesson?" I asked.

"Mmhmm." She nodded. "Yes master."

"Thatta girl." I petted her buttocks lightly and she tensed up. "Oh," I chuckled. "I'm sorry." I leaned over and kissed the fleshy cheek to make her feel better. Then I let her out of chains.

That night we dined together. I gave her a bowl of oatmeal while I ate a sandwich_._ I told her that the meals would improve as her obedience did and that I didn't wish for her to eat so poorly. Though it was almost colorless and bland, she still ate it all. I was proud in my own little way. I recorded our advances in my journal.

I've already tried her loyalty with my smaller tests. I haven't put her under as much scrutiny as my previous pets, but then again she is a first-timer. I'd hate to scare her off. She's becoming less dazed and more attentive to my commands. I couldn't be happier. I can't help but think back to today's session and the way she arched her back and squeaked through clenched teeth as the whip struck her. I swear she raised her butt for me a few times. The thought of her skin turning pink under her coat tempts me to paw off. Patience is a virtue, and one I keep close.

Over the next few weeks she only improved. One morning I came down the basement steps to find Cadence already up and dressed. She had a large red bow tied in her jet black hair. The mare said she was giving herself to me fully. I was shocked and at a loss for words. I hugged her tightly and made her a large breakfast of French toast with plenty of syrup and a side of orange slices. I allotted her more time out of the basement by my side and better food. It wasn't long before we shared the same meal and I wanted to make an occasion out of it.

We arrived at the restaurant late in the evening. I wore a suit. I wasn't too fond of accessories; the gal hooked on my arm was more than enough. Cadence looked stunning. I had bought her clothes just for that night. She was wrapped in a Navy blue cocktail dress and balanced on black stilettos. She walked with confidence and grace as I held the door open for her.

The warm atmosphere created by the lighting made the whole thing a bit romantic. I didn't intend for this, but I didn't mind. She was perfectly camouflaged in the wilderness of upper class. Had the usher known our little secret we most likely would not have gotten a seat.

"Do you like it?" I asked after we were seated.

"This is great!" She giggled.

"You can have anything you want. You deserve it." I smiled.

"Ooo, ok." She flipped open the menu and I ordered us a bottle of champagne. When it came the waiter poured us both a glass. I raised mine to my lips and Cadence smirked.

"Master, I don't know if you know this, but I'm underage."

"I'm sorry; do you want me to send it back?" I said with a hint of sarcasm.

"Not if my owner has no objection to me drinking." She smiled.

"In that case let's have a toast." I raised my glass once more and said "To new friends and old hobbies."

"Cheers!" She laughed and took a drink.

At the end of the meal, the small talk, and enjoying each other's company thoroughly, furs had slowly filed out of their linen covered tables and left a select few of us to feel the emptiness of the building. We ordered desert seemingly to put off the inevitable end of the night. The both of us dug into a crystal chalice of chocolate mousse. It didn't last very long between the two of us.

We returned home in the wee hours of the night. The clacking of her heels echoed throughout the house and she leaned against the wall of the hallway to take them off. She waited patiently by the door leading to the basement so I could come down and tuck her in. I turned the cold metallic nob but paused for a moment.

"You know what? You can sleep in my bed tonight." Her eyes immediately brightened.

"Really? I'd like that." She smiled. I escorted her to my room and left her there while I stepped into the bathroom to change. I returned to find her sitting on the edge of the bed in a pair of powder blue panties with a pink heart stretched across the front. She had to tuck a little for our date and it was obvious now that the dress was gone. It hung neatly on a hanger with the rest of her outfits in my closet.

She sat with her legs crossed and she leaned back on her hands. The way she displayed herself put thoughts in my head. Sure, I could take her right there, but did I really want to? I had bigger and better things in store. I managed to abstain that night. I pulled the chain on the ceiling fan turning the light off, but leaving the fan on. I probably disappointed her a little when we crawled under the sheets and I merely cuddled her until I fell asleep.

With the next day came the next test. It was one of my favorites. Luckily for Cadence it wasn't one she could fail. I just wanted to see how creative she was. I approached her in the living room with a pair of cuffs dangling off my finger.

"What is it master?" She asked.

"Just a little routine maintenance. Come with me."

She followed me into my room where I turned her around and cuffed her wrists. I knelt and pulled her white skirt with black frills around her ankles. My device once again hung over her undies. I unlocked it and gently tugged it off the soft flesh.

"I'm sure you can deduce on your own why I've cuffed you." I said looking up at her.

"I figured as much." She smiled. Cadence didn't show it, but she must have been pretty horny from the lack of "stimulation." If she went too long she wouldn't have any drive at all and that's no fun for me. I also enjoy being a voyeur every now and then, so every once in a while I let them cheat. I left her alone with my device in paw. I sat on the couch and changed the TV's video input to three. Live images were transmitted from my room to the television. It's a tricky thing to get off with your hand behind your back, but it's not impossible. Most of my pets rubbed themselves against my bed, pillows, etc. Hell, one managed to squeeze their feet through the small space the cuffs allowed between his arms. That one was punished; he wasn't able to get his arms behind himself before I returned.

Cadence took a different approach. She kicked the skirt aside and sat on the bed, lifting one leg up at a time. She alternated moving her hands and feet until she was at the center of the king sized bed. She sat with her legs arched over the sheets and she couldn't help but look down at her newly freed penis. I could imagine it felt the cool jets of hair escaping her nostrils. I opened the drawer of the coffee table and pulled out a remote that controlled the hidden cameras. I toggled the camera above the bed hidden on the ceiling fan. I watched her member grow in the cradle her thighs provided.

She wasn't particularly well endowed, though she was equine in nature. Cadence didn't seem to have any trouble reaching it with her snout and stroking it hard. Yet it was going to take more than light nuzzles to get off. She proved to be quite flexible when she gave the length a nice lick. She licked until it grew sturdy and stood from its gray furred manger. Her tongue glossed the tip before her muzzle sank down half way. My own foxhood stirred at the sight. I got comfortable and undid my pants making plenty of room for my expanding cock.

Cadence worked quickly, although I wished she knew she could take her time. She immersed her penis within her muzzle. She sucked away, exposing her experience in this. There was no doubt in the way she facilitated herself and the confidence she showed as her cock filled her maw. I rubbed myself as she backed off a little, stretching threads of saliva and pre between her lips and the tip of her rod. I loved the way she orgasmed. She always closed her eyes as if to shut out the world and focus on the new one comprised of the sensational pleasure.

She contained the blast in her throat while I accidentally went for a more messy approach. A milky rope slapped against my shirt. I tried to point my cock away but it was too late. The remaining drops spilled out and puddled on the fabric. I turned the TV off and gripped the loose flaps of my fly as I ducked into the laundry room. I cleaned up with a towel and changed my shirt after putting myself away and tightening my belt. When I returned she sat on the edge of the bed with her skirt around her ankles. Evidence of her personal time was in the air, but I pretended not to notice.

"Why did you change your shirt?" She asked.

"I just spilled something on it. Are you ready for your bath?"

"A bath?" She giggled.

"Yes, and I think I might join you." I smiled and freed her from the cuffs.

I stripped down in the bathroom and let my clothes find their way to the light brown tile floor. Bathing with someone I enjoy. You get to have an intimate moment naked, but not in a sexual way. It's an act that I think can only solidify one's closeness with another individual. I ran the water and told her she could shut it off whenever the temperature was to her liking. When we climbed in, the water was damn near scalding. I let out a noticeable sigh as my toes dipped into the water.

It was a large tub. Like one you might expect for a master bedroom. Unlike the ones from my youth, which were rectangular, this one was almost an oval and well suited for two people. It had been so long since I had shared it with anyone. When Cadence settled in front of me I realized how much I missed it. Suds soon blanketed the surface of the water as we washed, applying copious amounts of shampoo to each others coats. I placed my hands on her shoulders and I massaged them. There was a bit of tension at first but she soon relaxed and gave way to my fingers. Her tense muscles went from modeling clay to play dough.

She was putty in my hands if you'll excuse the pun. After a while the water had cooled and we had become more acclimated. I wrapped my arms around her thin torso and hugged her close to my chest. My head rested on her freshly relaxed shoulder. I lovingly nuzzled her cheek and spoken to her ear as if it were a secret.

"I've been thinking lately about how well you been doing with your training. I feel it's only rational that we increase the intensity. I can only do this, though, if you feel yourself that you're ready."

"Well, if my master thinks I'm ready..." She said. "How can I disagree?"

"That's my girl." I smiled and hugged her tight, wrapping my wet paws around her soaked chest. "Should I schedule you for tomorrow then?"

"So soon? I don't even know what to wear yet!" She smirked.

"Again, if you'll allow me, I'll take care of it."

"Oh, does my master have something in mind?" The mare's excitement was palatable.

The truth was I didn't, since any attire more revealing than what she normally wore made me hot-blooded. This could work to her advantage more than she'll ever know. I told her it would be a surprise, to which she responded "I love surprises!"

Sometime later when we were getting ready for bed and she was in the bathroom brushing her teeth, I was scribbling away my little black book.

I expect a plateau in behavior soon. It's an assumption I only base on experience. There is a calmness but I'm almost sort of afraid of. Tomorrow will be the most strenuous our relationship has been, and only so far. She is excited because she doesn't know what to expect and I'm nervous because what I'm expecting might cause her to lose her taste for it. I'll do my best to stress how I'm trying to nurture but in the end it's always her choice. I like to think that the right choices staying with me, but then again, there is no right or wrong. I am hopeful though .She gives me hope.

The next day I entrusted Cadence with making lunch. She asked me what to make and I pulled from the cupboard a small box filled with note cards of recipes that I collected over the years. I told her if she made anything in that box I would like it. I also instructed her to have it done by the time I got back. "I have to run to the pharmacy and get some things at the hardware store." was my lie to get out of the house. Although truthfully I did have some errands I needed to run, just not that day.

A short drive later I found myself in some lingerie store. I felt slightly out of place in the small crowd of young women. There were a few males present but they were all accompanied by girlfriends or wives. I was the only lone Fox in the bunch. I resisted the urge to awkwardly bury my paws in my pockets. I kept my arms pinned my sides as I perused the aisles of panties. Every time I found an article that I liked I took a brief moment picture in it, but this soon led to be walking around half aroused. There were plenty of things in purple, which I knew she liked. It felt too safe. I wanted to find something that would really surprise her.

I came across a pair that was primarily black lace, but also with a hot pink trim. I thought it would contrast nicely with her dark coat. I didn't really know her size so I aimed a little on the smaller side. I couldn't wait to see them hugging her tush and hips. The panties and the matching bra were wrapped in an opaque bag that I tucked under my arm as I walked through the front door of my home. I was greeted first by the smile of a beautiful mare in an apron, then by the smell of a hot meal.

She had cooked "shells." Which are large pasta shells filled with meat and sauce, then blanketed in cheese. Not an easy recipe, but she pulled it off. I placed my hands on Cadence's shoulders and kissed her on the cheek. Telling her I would be right out, a little prayer that she would not see the bag fluttered in my head. Once inside my bedroom I closed the door behind me and pulled the bra and panties out of bed. They needed to be hid for the time being. I quickly searched with my eyes and locked onto one of the many pillows on my bed. Albeit wasn't the best spot, but it would do.

It was strange, I had never bought anything like that for anyone in my entire life. All of a sudden this mare walks in and I'm trying all sorts of things. Cadence is changing my dynamic, but I think for the better. I returned to the kitchen to enjoy the meal she had prepared. She was wearing jeans and a T-shirt, which seemed a little boyish aside from the girly graphics on the shirt. If not for those she would appear to be just a boy with long hair. Suddenly the thought of purchasing breast forms popped into my head. I had to take a moment to assess how strange of a thought it was.

"Cadence, I hope you don't think it strange of me, but I was just thinking--would you like breast forms?"

"Hmm, well I have thought about it." She said with her hand over her mouth because it was full of food. "I've just never been able to get them on my own."

"I'd be more than happy to get them for you if that's what you really want." I said. She swallowed and smiled brightly.

"It would mean a lot to me, Rob."

"Then it's settled. I'll make a deal with you. If you can make it through today's session without taking a break were stopping, they will be your reward." I gave a slightly fiendish smirk.

"You've got yourself a deal master."

"Very well. I'll start getting ready and in the meantime you can clean the dishes. Just give them a good rinse and then put them in the dishwasher. The soap is under the sink."

I retreated first back to my bedroom to retrieve the bra and panties I purchased earlier, then down the creaky wooden stairs that led to my dungeon. I laid the skimpy articles out on the bed. Now it was just a matter of how to test her. It needed to be challenging, but not overbearing. I carefully selected my tools and arranged them on my workbench. Under the bed was a wooden board about 1 inch thick and the same height and width of the bed. It was filled with holes equally spaced in rows and columns, all about half an inch in diameter. On the back were metal clasps that aligned with ones I had mounted on the wall. It was a bit heavier than I remembered, but I still managed to pull it out from under the bed and directed against the wall locking it into place.

In the bureau there was a shirt and a pair of pants, both black, and both neatly folded. I changed into them and placed my casual clothes in the cabinet. I tucked in my shirt and tightening my belt before returning upstairs. She was just finishing up when I stepped into the kitchen in my new attire. She turned and seemed almost taken aback by the change. I stood with my feet spread in my arms crossed over my chest. I smiled and asked if anything was wrong.

"No, I'm fine." She giggled. "My master just looks like he's on his way to a funeral."

"Not today, my dear." I chuckled.

"If that's what you're wearing, what shall I dress in?"

"You'll find your new clothes on the bed downstairs. I picked them out myself, I hope they're to your liking."

I extended my paw and took her hand, leading her down the steps. She excitedly ran over to the bed and picked up the panties, holding them up in front of her. Cadence had the biggest smile on her face. The mare told me she loved them and proceeded to undress. Once she was all dolled up it was time to begin the session.

"Now my dear, if at any time you feel like it's too much and you do not wish to continue all you have to say is stop and I'll stop. Do you understand?"

"Yes sir." She nodded.

"Good. Now let me see your hands." Cadence held them out for me and I produced a pair of leather cuffs. They were lined with a soft cloth as to minimize any discomfort. I wrapped them around her wrists and fastened them tight, but not too tightly. I walked her over to the hooks where she had hung before and raised each arm up, hooking it. Her hands were further apart this time, but she still had to stand on her tippy toes. Her back was facing me now. My footsteps echoed through the quiet air as I walked over to the workbench and selected my first tool.

It had a lot of sentimental value. It was the first thing I'd purchased on my way to becoming the Dom that I am today. The foot-long flog whistled through the air before crashing against cadences soft rump. The lace panties left much of her cheek exposed, hardly offering any protection. The moment of impact she tensed immensely. She sucked air through her teeth sharply out of pain. I continued to draw on fire the leather straps upon her right cheek. Curt grunts shot from her mouth with each blow. I was about done with that side when when I struck her and her whole body recoiled. She pulled herself up towards the ceiling as her muscles contracted.

"Could you not--" she paused, breathing heavy as if she had to catch her breath. "Could you not do so much on that side?"

"Cadence I'll remind you that you're in my company right now. You're not in the position to be giving orders. If you ask politely, I may consider it"

"Please sir, be lenient on that side." She said after taking a deep breath and blowing air through pursed lips.

"Very well, but only because you asked so nicely."

I continued my work on the other side. I pushed her to her limit, which was further than I anticipated. When it was all about enough I loosened my grip on the flog, letting it drop only to be saved by the loop that was around my wrist. My palms found their way to her warm, red cheeks that glowed through her gray fur. The cool surface must have been quite a relief because she sighed as I massaged them. I wrapped my arm around her waist and lifted her a little while my other arm unhooked her.

After the mare's wrists were freed she was lead over to the board I'd mounted on the wall. I instructed her to get on her knees and retrieved a rope to tie her hands and feet then loop the rope through the board behind her. Her bra was removed before doing this. My next tool jingled as I walked back from the workbench. It was strung between my paws as I stood over her. I knelt in front of her and pulled each of her nipples out and fastened a chrome-plated clamp to them.

Cadence winced as I hooked the weight in the center of the chain. The more weight added, the more it would clamp down. I undid my belt and dropped my pants, fishing my semi-hard member out of my boxers and presenting it before the mare. She leaned forward, even outstretching her lips a little, but the tip was just out of reach. I chuckled and took a step forward guiding it into her pretty face. Past her eager lips it rested on her tongue which curled around the shaft of my member. She bobbed hesitantly on my cock. Moving forward meant shifting the weight and in turn, pain. She had to endure to ultimately do something she enjoyed. Cadence closed her eyes and focused as she sucked, taking the full extent of my foxhood into her warm maw.

"You're doing a wonderful job, sweetheart. I think I'll up the ante just a little."

The mare cocked her head, whipping her hair out of her face. "Please do, master." She smirked.

I was elated to hear her confidence. It was almost cocky, and that instilled a need to push her even still. I plucked another weight from my breast pocket and hung it next to the other. It was slightly bigger. I could see that she wasn't taking full breaths. It must've hurt like hell. I took hold of the back of her head.

"Take a deep breath for me dear." I said.

She lowered her head for a moment, bracing herself. Then she filled her lungs. I capped her mouth off with my cock and held her face against my lap. Her nose was buried into my fur. She could breathe, but hardly. It wasn't my intention to scare her, but I could see the fear in her eyes.

"Cadence, " I looked her directly in the eyes. "Do you trust me? Blink twice if you do." She obliged with two rapid blinks. "Good. Keep calm, don't struggle."

My grip remained firm and unyielding as the seconds seemed to grow longer. She kept calm and collected until I released her. Her mouth slipped off of me with a small gasp. A few strands of saliva still connected her lips to the edges of my member. The mare went right back to work, nudging my cock up with her nose and licking at the balls that hung underneath. My wet foxhood rested on her face as she wrapped her lips around each testicle giving them her special attention. Then she tilted her head back pointing my cock up and she kissed the bottom from the base to the tip. I guided her head back onto it, her mouth wetly enveloping me. My creamy pre drizzled constantly and rewarded her for her hard efforts.

Not wanting to finish too soon, I prompted her to ease off. My body pleaded me to finish, but I still had other things in store for Cadence. I kicked my pants aside. She was untied and led to the bed where I gave her a kiss on the cheek before undressing her completely. The black and pink lace hid an erection from me that I was pleased to see. My last and final instrument were rigid cloth pads, folded and stacked in my arms. I laid them on the bed and picked the first and largest one off the top. It conformed to Cadence's torso and velcroed in the back.

When all finished, her biceps and thighs were padded also. She took her place in the center of the bed atop the sheets. Her cock stood at attention. I loved how it quickly faded from gray to light pink. The mare was tied up once more, her hands to the head of the bed. The legs were a bit more complicated. Her shins were flush with her thighs. The ropes wrapped in a manner that didn't impede the pads. Then they were bound to the headboard in a manner that prevented her from closing her legs. I touched two fingers to a sensor located on the side that turned an adjacent light from red to green.

"Are you ready?" I asked. Cadence nodded. "This is going to hurt a little."

I touched my finger to the pad on her bicep. The pressure completed a circuit resulting in a small shock to the area I pressed on. The mare squirmed under me and shrieked, straining against the ropes. I touched the same spot again, soliciting the same reaction. Her cock died down a little, so a helpful hand fondled her balls. My other hand with the index finger pointed, touched on her stomach leading to a bigger jump from before. The abdomen was usually more sensitive. I alternated in different spots while Cadence tried harder and harder to contain herself.

It got to the point where if my finger neared even a little, she would flinch. Which is normal, I wouldn't expect anything less. The lesson, however, is to teach her how to give up all control completely. When I'd had enough of her attempt to avoid my discipline I said "Come now, I haven't even touched you yet!"

"I know, " She panted. "I'm sorry master."

"I'll tell you what, if you can hold still for three more shocks we'll be done with this."

"Yes sir." She smiled weakly.

Without warning or hesitation, I looked her in the eyes and touched a random spot just below her ribcage. She grunted, but held her own. I took a breath and did another. The mare again abstained from moving. Cadence outlasted the final buzz and sighed with relief.

"I'm so proud of you." I said and kissed her forehead.

"Thank you so much master." She grinned, then kissed me on the lips.

I turned the pads off and dug my paws under her, ripping the velcro apart and removing it from her. They collected beside the bed as I removed them from her limbs. I came close and our lips met, exchanging a loving affair. My furred paw stroked her inner thigh to find a hard cock waiting at the end. I squeezed and stroked it, pumping it up more as my tongue danced with hers. I drew closer and pressed my member between her warm cheeks, sinking into the crevice.

She sighed as her body tried to accommodate my foxy interloper. We kissed deeper and my paws searched and found the ends of the ropes, tugging at them and freeing Cadence. Her arms wrapped around my head and she kissed me more voraciously. I held her sides and drove into the mare faster, causing the hard cock between her thighs to bounce around. Our blissful moans reciprocated as we gave each other to our senses. I slapped into her audibly. She rode the length in its entirety, her girlish voice jumping with my humps.

When I came I ejected my sticky cum deep inside Cadence. It felt like a lot and a little even spilled out when I pulled back. I looked down at the beautiful girl with the messed-up hair and remembered I still had the responsibility of finishing her off. I placed a kiss on her cheek and a small nibble on her neck while I stroked her. Before she could enjoy her orgasm I suddenly stopped all stimulation. She still came, but she had to endure a painful orgasm. Cadence cried a little, curling her hands into fists and gripping my shirt. It was over, she'd had enough. Sweaty, tired, and covered in her own cum, I cradled her in my arms and carried her to my room where I got her cleaned up and locked away in chaste. I tucked her into bed and she dosed off shortly after I kissed her. I scribbled in my journal as she slept.

One last entry for this today. This is definitely for the better.