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Kevin Foxboy - BedChains - 2009-0713.0001

I woke up slowly, saw the low morning sunlight. I lay with my eyes closed, enjoyed the softness as I lay on my back, and stretched. Or tried to, I couldn't move more than a few centimeters, I was held by chains holding my back paws to the bed, more chains holding my front paws to the wall behind it. I wasn't surprised, chains were normal.

I'm Kevin Foxboy Four Seven, a seed mix of Human and Fox made by Biological Synthetics Incorporated. Mixes are low submissive slaves to Humans, products made to serve, obey and submit. I'm owned by Alysa Benton, and I'm sixteen years old. So I'm used to chains, and the black leather collar, wrist and ankle cuffs I always wear look good on my russet fur.

Mistress slept on the bed beside Her foxtoy. I'd been chained on one side of Her bed since the previous evening when She'd ordered me here for Her enjoyment. But now my body needs woke me. I could do nothing about them chained, but I was afraid to wake Mistress for such a worthless reason.

Then I noticed the feeling on my left wrist, something was poking me gently. Being poked wasn't unusual, but Mistress was asleep, how would She enjoy it? There was something around my left front paw, and I looked at it. I held a steel handle, and it went to the steel pawcuff at the wall, that's what poked me. I closed my paw, moving the handle. And the pawcuff opened!

I froze in terror. Mistress had locked the cuff on Her slave, I shouldn't open it! But the handle hadn't been there before, had it? I tried to think, to remember the night before. Mistress had ordered me here, chained me, felt me, and sat on me. I'd served Her as I'd been trained, saddened I couldn't reach to lick Her juices dry. But I like being chained in Bondage, because I can just relax and Be a Pleasure Slave, helpless before my'an Mistress, open to Her.

Yes, I'd struggled in the chains, Mistress demanded it. It was just play for Her amusement, She'd bought a living thing to move around, not a doll to lie there. She liked Her power over me, even though we both knew I was stronger and faster than She was. She ordered me to Her bed and chains, and Her only hold on me was my training to obey Her.

The way my mind was made by BioSyn, that was all She needed. Humans mostly do what their bosses say but it's their own decision, each time. I've never seen a Human whipped, or struck, or chained up for Punishment, so I don't know why that is. I've been subjected to Whip and Pain ever since being pulled from the wet tank, hurt so much I'd do anything, everything to please Them and avoid more Pain. Tamed.

I was young and weak when I was tamed. Struck, whipped and chained by Humans to make me Obey, by older mixes in the kennel and training rooms to make me learn Duty. I treated younger mixes the same ways to make them learn, and older mixes when I was ordered to. Pain is just the way life is for a slave, Obedience is a way to avoid it, but not a guarantee. Humans may beat us when they want, especially Owners.

I love Mistress Alysa Benton, for Her strength in correcting my errors, for Her kindness in Training me, bending me to Her will. She has made the world stop for me repeatedly, using me for Her pleasure, and I need Her touch, Her firm word, Her strength. I truly am Her willing slave, it's no longer just forced on me, just Human papers signed with a handshake.

I'd struggled in Her chains last night, fighting them before slowly giving in. My warm soft flesh, neck, front and back paws, even tail held by cold hard steel chains. They didn't stretch, didn't yield to my struggles. I was the only one who yielded, exhausted, to my fate. Mistress knew I knew it was only acting, obeying Her orders to show Her how tamed I was, both of us enjoying my submission, knowing it was the only result that could come from the chains. She used me well, making me so sex-hot I forgot to be afraid, using just my small thin body, arching my back up to Her.

That memory makes me feel so good, I forget what I was saying before. Oh, yes, the handle in the pawcuff. I was sure now it hadn't been there while I struggled, or served Mistress, or when the warm glow flowed over me afterward. But it was there now, Mistress must have put it there while I slept. So She wanted it there, but was it just a tease, or was I allowed to use it?

Her breathing was slow and even; my fox hearing and sense of smell told me She was still sleeping. Human scent changes with their mind or body activity. I'd been trained in Kennel Nine to decide which slave to chain and lead to which Duty and even to a Human for pleasure; He'd just ask a Guard for a slave, the Guard would order me to bring one, and say I could decide. I made a decision now, my body needs hurting me a little. I would see to them and return, I would chain myself again, and beg Mistress to show mercy when She awoke.

I still had the handle in the left pawcuff, I saw how it went in a hole. My paw free, I opened the right pawcuff and let them both hang on the wall, bent forward, and looked at my tail. I like big fluffy tails, and maybe Mistress does too, because She lets me use a brush to fluff the fur. The three tailcuffs were connected together, then to a chain at the foot of the bed, and I left them on. I released the chain, and the cuffs on my back paws. I left the leather cuffs and collar on, they were part of me. I padded quietly to the bathroom and washed my paws afterward.

As I walked back to my place in Her chains on Her bed, I heard a bedspring squeak and froze. Was Mistress awake, or just rolling a bit? I forced myself to move forward. My slave instinct was fear, my training was to submit at Her feet. My heart sank and I started shaking as the fear won. I saw the bedroom door open and Mistress sitting up!

I fell to my knees like a stone and spread my legs. My front paws to my upper thighs palm up, my muzzle down, my eyes closed. I was still shaking in fear, my body exposed to Her, for punishment. A young mix might have tried to speak, to explain his failure, as if it would lessen his Pain instead of Angering a Human more. I knew better. If Mistress wished me to speak, to beg, to plead for mercy, She would Order it.

She spoke harshly to me, "Just WHAT do you think you're doing, Slave?! Why are you here instead of in my bed where you belong, chained for my use?" I had to Answer the Questions, directly. I forced my voice to work and spoke submissively, "I beg Your mercy, Mistress. This poor slave needed to use the Toilet and did so instead of soiling Your bed. I submit my fox flesh to Your whip, for using the pawcuff handle to unchain myself without Your order." I knew what I did, knew it was wrong, said why I did it anyway, and opened myself to Her anger.

Her voice was strong and didn't sound like She was playing with me. Her anger was real, for waking up and seeing me gone. I had acted within my Training but without Her permission, and I deserved Her anger and whip. I got them, but not the way I feared. Mistress knew of my animal needs and since I had returned She accepted my act was not rebelling.

Mistress Alysa Benton had been awakened by the noise from the bathroom and angered by my absence. She Ordered me back to Her bed and chained me on my belly. I knew better than to move around to watch as She got something from Her toybox. I found out what it was when She clipped the end tailcuff to my collar and used the toy on my furry rump!

It was a Paddle, not a Slap Paddle as I had felt in Bondage Class, but a hard wooden one. Mistress used it softly at first to warm my rump, which She knew I enjoyed. She spoke firmly but gently, telling me I should have waited just a bit for Her to awaken before taking care of my needs, that's why She slapped harder. Mistress spanked Her foxtoy slave, partly to hurt me for punishment, partly because She owned me and it was Her right, partly because She was enjoying the sound of wood striking furry flesh. And watching that flesh, my rump, move under Her blows, like a water wave of fur.

And even though it brought tears to my eyes, I liked it too.