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Most of the time, I wish to be submissive to the will and desires of others. Actually, most of the time I prefer to respond to the pleasures of my lovers, as I take pleasure in almost anything. I sometimes worry that I force my lovers to lead in our play, but it is not a concern that I bother with very often. Beyond that, I can be and do enjoy being submissive. I love to be spanked, I love to be bound, I love being manhandled and I love having my choices taken away from me.

My desires vary, however, thus there are times where I wish to be dominant, to use as opposed to be used. The idea of having someone under my control is alluring, and there is the pleasure in bending another person to my whim. The Lustful One disapproves of taking and owning slaves, as it leads to the misery and suffering of others, but if it is performed for the sake of mutual pleasure She can understand and appreciate the practice.

When this whim takes me, I prefer to call upon a few very specific people that will appreciate that I use them for my pleasure. If they gain pleasure from that, then it is a happy bonus. Make no mistake, I love them dearly, but when I am in this mood, it really is all about me.

Our encounter starts with a short phone call no more than an hour before I will arrive. The message is simple: "I have need of my pet. Be ready." It is customary to give him a chance to refuse, either due to prior engagements or to assert himself. He has refused due to the former, but he has never refused due to the latter.

This is also his only chance to guide the nature of our play. There are many things that he enjoys, but engaging in all of them in the space of a night is impossible, and often contradictory. So he will use the time to dress or compose himself in the matter he wishes to be used.

I like to stretch this part of our play to build tension, letting him wonder--fear, honestly--what I wish to do to him. No matter how he wishes to be played, it is subject to what I desire, and my desires can range from "I just need someone to please me" to, well, let us just say that my magical abilities permit extremely rough play. Between my healing talents and my command over the flesh of others, I can perform feats that would be near-unthinkable to mundane playmates. For example, I have castrated him more than once, physically and magically.

It is not that I am not busy, of course! Much of the time is due to the trip (I prefer to walk, again to draw out his worry), but I do enjoy dressing myself for the occasion. This time, I chose a piece that I had received as a gift from Bunnyta and Asi: a light lavender bustier and miniskirt combination, made from silk and satin. No panties, of course, but I would not need them as I had an overcoat for the trip. I even had a matching set of gloves and heels. To complete the outfit, I took my favorite crop. I do not use it too much (on him, at least) but it is a useful symbol of authority.

The walk to his apartment was pleasant, as night was beginning and the weather was starting to cool, but my overcoat kept me warm (as well as kept the stares off of me). It took me about a half hour to reach his apartment, more than enough time for him to prepare for whatever I had for him.

Once I reached his door, I took off the overcoat, draping it over my arm as I knocked on the door. After a moment of silence, I heard him say, in his high-pitched, stammery voice, "The... The door's unlocked!"

I stayed silent at the door for a minute before growling in the lowest, most dangerous voice I could muster, "Unacceptable. You will come to the door and greet your Mommy."

There was a soft gasp from the other side of the door, before he stammered, "But they'll see... Mommy, please, don't make me..."

"As there is nobody out here but me, you will open the door and greet your Mommy like a proper pet," I hissed at the door.

"But I-I..." He was scared of me, of course, probably terrified. To be honest, he was always scared. I know he enjoyed it and loved my dominance over him, but it still terrified him.

"Torenko..." I growled as low as I could. He could not see or hear me tapping my foot or tapping my crop against my palm, but I am sure he was imagining what I was going to do to him if I had to open the door. Five seconds later, the door swung open and Torenko stood in front of me, looking straight down at the floor and pawing at it.

Now, allow me to describe Torenko for you. The first thing you would notice about him is his fur: he is a very bright (if not garish) shade of pink. He has none of the russet shades of the fox that he is anywhere on his body. He is just pink. I am not sure if that it was natural or accident or alteration, but he has been pink for as long as I have known him. I have shaved his fur and it still grows back pink.

Other than that, he is rather small (to the point where he had to look UP to look at my breasts, despite being fully grown), and extremely feminine in stature. He would not look out of place in a dress, which was good because he was wearing a baby blue dress with way too much lace and frills.

The color of the dress was a bit of a problem. I reached out with the crop and make him look up at me, lifting his muzzle slowly so he could take in my own outfit. As his eyes traveled upwards, he gasped softly and trembled for a moment: no doubt he was getting hard under that dress. It would be hard to tell under his clothes, but I knew the signs. Once he looked at my face though, he started to cower. He was most certainly getting more aroused, even though I looked at him with fury on my face.

"Blue. You are wearing BLUE. Tell me, pet... Did you become a boy since I saw you last? Because you do not look any different from last time," I growled to him as I flicked the crop over his chin, making it spring free and returning it to my hand. I tapped it expectantly.

"I... I... But I... I'm..." He started to stammer. No doubt he was going to whine about being a boy or something. It is part of our play--and part of what he wanted this time around, considering he picked out that dress--to deny him his masculinity, even over his own protests.

I silenced him with a flick of the crop, purring softly, "Well, whatever, I will beat that idea out of you soon enough. You will bring me my phone, thank you, then bring me a cup of tea. I have something I need to do before I get to using you properly." While I was with him, everything that belonged to him belonged to me. His bed was no longer his, it was mine. His phone belonged to me, his home belonged to me, his body belonged to me. For the duration, he was my slave.

He gulped as I pushed him aside, letting myself in and claiming a recliner in his living room. It was a rather comfortable chair. He brought me his (well, my) phone to me in short order, I did not bother thanking him as he rushed off to make my tea. While he busied himself with that, I made two calls: one to order a pizza (I was hungry!) and another to set up a little surprise for him that I knew he would appreciate. Once I hung up, I set up another little surprise that he would appreciate slightly less, but then it particularly matter if he liked it or not.

Three minutes after I had hung up he returned with my tea, nearly dropping it when he saw me. I had changed myself fairly significantly while he was away and the skirt of my outfit was particularly unhelpful in hiding the rather impressive erection I had given myself. There were four reasons to this: First, I can, which is probably the most important reason. Second, I rather enjoy reminding him that I am more a man than he will ever be, even though I am for all purposes a woman. Third, he is heterosexual and cares little for penis, thus forcing him to pleasure them is a sign of my dominance over him. And finally, I can, which is the most important reason.

I took my tea before he dropped it, nodding to him before gesturing toward my erection with the tip of my crop. He looked at me, his eyes glistening with tears as he whimpered, "I don't... I don't... Do I have to? I'm... I'm not..."

I looked at him flatly, taking a sip of the tea before setting it aside, spreading my legs to make a space for him to kneel before me. "You are what I want you to be, pet, and right now I want my pet to be a good little cocksucker. You have some time to complete your task."

He nodded, whimpering even more as he kneeled between my legs, allowing me to relax as he started to lick at my penis. His licks were timid, but quite skilled, due to the amount of practice he had on me (or others I designated). He was not quite as good as me, I think, but it served to help pass the time before the pizza arrived.

Now, I am sure that you are expecting me to go down on the deliveryperson for their "tip", or make Torenko do so, but honestly that cliche is silly. They have a job to do after all, and it is rude to pull them away from it for my own pleasure. Besides, I had already made arrangements in that regard.

I did, however, make Torenko answer the door in his dress, simply to add to his further humiliation. He whined, at first, but a gentle reminder that it would rude to make them wait and the painful consequences he would endure if he engaged in that rudeness sped him on his way. Sadly, the door was out of sight, so I could not see the deliveryperson's reaction (although fortunate as I still had my cock out!) but I could hear snickering as Torenko paid him and retrieved the pizza.

By the time my pet returned to me, I had retrieved something of my own, although I had not moved from my seat. His eyes locked onto the box of dog treats on the table next to me, and he swallowed nervously. Apparently he had not expected me to bring those out! He handed me the pizza, and I laid a treat on his nose with a playful, "Thank you, pet!"

He whimpered softly, but snapped his head up and wolfed down the treat obediently, gagging as he did so. He hates the taste of the dog treats more than he dislikes penis, thus making it another lovely display of dominance over him. Once he managed to choke down the treat, he laid his head in my lap, under the pizza box, and started to sniffle dramatically.

If I have a weakness in my dominant facade, it is that I cannot prioritize someone's pain or misery over my own desires. Granted, this is not weakness in normal life, and my Goddess approves (and quite directly counsels) tending to pain before engaging in pleasure, but it provides a lever with which Torenko can manipulate me when I am trying to assert my authority over him.

Thus the pleasure of enjoying a pizza bought with his money, with which I intended to refuse him simply because I could do so, was quickly palling. "Torenko, don't you dare do this."

It is, perhaps, the mark of an effective manipulator that one can get the results one wishes with but a few words or gestures. In fact, one of the easiest ways to manipulate someone is to let them do the work for you. Torenko was surprisingly good at this: all he did was sniffle again, a little more loudly as he nuzzled into my lap.

"Pet, don't you dare, this is mine and you know it. You got your treat, now get back to work." Another sniffle, with a soft whimper under it.

"Goddamnit pet, if you don't stop I'm going to bend you over my knee, whip you raw, and take off your fucking balls AGAIN, do you understand?" I could feel him cringe slightly in my lap, but he just continued sniffling for a second before whispering, "Mommy?"

"Torenko don't you dare do this to me," I growled dangerously. I moved the pizza box to the table (knocking over the dog treats) to look him in the eye, hoping to convince him to stop. It was a bad idea: Torenko was already looking up at me sadly, his eyes brimming with tears as he whimpered, "Mommy, I'm hungry."

That was it for me. I slumped down visibly, my annoyance on my face as I took a piece of pizza and laid it in my lap, muttering, "You should have eaten before I got here, pet."

"You didn't give me time," he said, between bites of the pizza. He ate it out of my lap without his hands, perhaps hoping to impress me with how pet-like he was. "I was about to start cooking when you called."

"You twit," I sighed as he finished the piece of pizza in my lap. I took the next piece and held it over his head, and he started to eat it out of my hand. "I'm still going to punish you, and I already know what I'm going to do, too."

"Totally worth it," he said, grinning at me as he finished that slice of pizza. Despite his crowing, the prospect of punishment made him fold his ears back and whimper, "H-how are you going to punish me, Mommy?"

I grinned at him, forcing his face up as I leaned down to kiss his nose. "Well, I'm going to have to discuss that when my friend gets here."

"Your... Your friend?" He knew what I was talking about, as I often brought in other lovers during our encounters, and he was starting to realize what I had planned. "But... But what about me, Mommy?"

I smiled sweetly, reaching down to stroke his ears as I purred, "Oh honey, you blew my goodwill begging for my pizza. You are going to have to deal. But don't you worry, you have your nice little pet bed to sleep in while I get fucked." I tapped my nose, letting him watch me think, before I said, "I could be convinced to make your punishment a little less... Difficult."

Torenko's ears were folded back almost completely, and he was starting to sniffle at me. "H... How.... Mommy?"

"Well, I think he has fifteen minutes before he gets here. If you're a good girl and get me off before he arrives, I'll let you touch yourself. Doesn't that sound nice?"

His voice rose, although it was just a louder whimper as he said, "You're... You're not..."

"Pet, do shut up, you got your goody for today. You are lucky that I don't chain you to the wall, muzzle you, and sheathe that clit of yours. Why would you think I'd fuck you after that?" Well, I was not going to fuck him tonight anyways, but why tell him that? "Now, quit barking and get to work, because you're not going anywhere until I cum or he comes, whichever comes first." I wrapped my leg around his neck, pulling him forcefully into his lap, not even waiting for him to open his mouth before I shoved the head of my cock against his muzzle.

Only when he took me into his mouth did I let him go, sitting back and relaxing with a piece of pizza as I waited for my playmate to arrive.