{"sf1_id":945377,"sf2_id":"3egwxDde","title":"Fox Hunt 2b","author":"KevinFoxboy","words":5420,"posted_at":"2015-12-16T23:40:04.000Z","tags":["Consent","Dominance/submission","Drugs","Human","Roleplay","Series","larp"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/945377-fox-hunt-2b","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/3egwxDde","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/ac/6f/ac6f093c-63cc-4ee3-95cf-434434527f7f","description":"Okay, there are two storylines, one with a young guys and one when he's older. I don't know how to resequence without deleting (which wastes a perfectly good view number) and resubmitting (which wastes another view number)","content":"_.\u0026nbsp;.\u0026nbsp;FoxHunt 2b - 2014.0206.1744_\n\n_Adult animal roleplay characters, all text and situation (c)2014 Kevin Foxboy.  \nSeries, LARP, Dominance/submission, roleplay, consent, drugs, human_\n\n_I was told to talk about my LARP as a dog at the Main Line Hunt Club,   \nand especially what I knew about our current hunt's vixen, Alice. I'm   \nan old guy, over 50, and I've been a dog part-time here for a few decades._\n\nI've got a job outside, in Vanilla-land. Those're the people who only know   \nabout plain-vanilla sex. Now there is vanilla kink, but they think it's   \njust Skinemax movies. There are also all the Gay and Bi people, but they   \njust keep to themselves and keep it quiet.\n\nI've been here so long I know a lot of the secrets, including the stuff   \nthe current owners don't want the cops to know. I've helped Master Alfonse   \nwith the stables, because I'm willing to sleep in the hayloft and care for   \nthe animal horses the Club uses for foxhunts.\n\nUhm, about that... I mean a sexy young woman dresses up in a furry costume   \nand runs through the woods while we chase her along a particular path. There   \nare five main routes around the Estate and several variations.\n\nThose of us roleplaying foxes or hunting dogs are submissives under the   \nSafe Sane and Consensual Guidelines to Adult BDSM Roleplay. That means we've   \nall signed contracts witnessed and all legal, and we go around in skimpy   \nbikinis while wearing leather collars and leashes, wrist and ankle cuffs.   \nThink Hefner's mansion with a bondage theme.\n\nWe've agreed to act as domestic servants, personal servants, animal pets,   \nand bed servants. Some of us go deeper and actually give up our lives and   \nproperty to the Estate. I started this lifestyle around thirty years ago,   \nand after about five years of part-time table waiting and housecleaning I   \ndecided to live at the Estate.\n\nI'm basically an employee, getting free room and board, including meals.   \nThe way our accountant (who lives here, and almost always wears his Badger   \nfursuit) worked it out, our salaries have major pre-tax deductions for the   \nClub and a small cottage as our primary residences.\n\nI won't bore you with all the stuff we do to reduce our take-home pay. Since   \nit's illegal in the United States to keep people as property, we have to sign   \ntax returns and do annoying Vanilla stuff. Even the ones like me who \\*want\\*   \nto be owned can't do it legally.\n\n-\u0026nbsp; -\u0026nbsp; -\n\nAnyway, the story I'm telling now is about one of my last Hunts before I   \nbecame a House Dog. I was dressed as a Dalmation while chasing Alice's   \nvixen tail. It's actually a different Alice than I chased when I was young.   \nOne of our frequent guests has rented me over the weekend, and I'm told She   \nwants to know about my younger days.\n\nOur Hunt had been aborted just about at the fifth turn, because the soft   \nground showed tyre marks and an Alice-sized plot of grass was flattened.   \nIt looked like our quarry had been vixen-napped, and I'd been clumsy by   \nbriefly losing my left ballet slipper.\n\nThe paying guests had been politely escorted the short distance back to the   \nLounge, and I was a scared dog because I hadn't been keeping up. I thought   \nit was my bad behavior that had ended the Hunt, but of course I was just   \nan old dog and my foolishness wasn't worth it.\n\nWhat \\*was\\* worth the abort was Alice wasn't doing her part, and Club property   \nis valued, by the time the Masters and Mistresses take to enjoy it. If Alice   \nwas just goofing off she'd be in a lot of trouble, and I've frankly enjoyed   \nchaining her wrists and using the soft whip on her lovely rump and thighs.\n\nI also enjoy a good whipping myself, I feel so invigorated after a proper   \nrump-warming. I wasn't sure what to call this chapter, that fits in after   \nFox Hunt 2, but wasn't talked about till later. So I used letter 'b' because   \nyou know, \"2b or not 2b is the question...\"\n\n-\u0026nbsp; -\u0026nbsp; -\n\nMeanwhile in the Hunt Club's Taxidermy Shed, Alice was lying tied down wearing   \npractically nothing. She'd been running as a vixen, with the dull red fur leg   \nand arm costume, the excitingly-anchored fake tail, and the skimpy bikini   \nbottom and bra, her middle exposed for our Guests' enjoyment.\n\nThe Master who'd shot her with an animal tranquiliser dart had chased her to   \nmake her blood flow to her brain, and she'd gotten clumsy and fallen. In the   \ngrass her fur didn't get muddy, and he'd made her run there to avoid damaging   \nanything important.\n\nThen he'd tossed her heaving body over his shoulder and taken her to one of   \nthe Club's electric bikes. Alice has been tranked before, as a captured vixen,   \nand I've carried her. She's got a yummy body. And we make sure she's in top   \nphysical condition by running her as well as, uh...\n\nDemonstrating her animal magnetism. That's a good way to put it. In the shed   \nthe Master had tied her quite securely by the wrist and ankle, as well as a   \nbit loosely around her neck. She'd have trouble untying the collar even with   \nboth hands, and now she was awake but still a bit foggy in the mind.\n\nAfter stroking the bound woman a little, the Master had undone the Velcro   \nholding the costume, and removed the fur from Alice's arms and legs. He left   \nthe vixen snout mask on her, and began fondling her fur-trimmed bra. He must   \nhave felt the battery pack for her tracker and unplugged it.\n\n-\u0026nbsp; -\u0026nbsp; -\n\nNow I don't know how many women you've tied down and explored after they've   \ngotten slightly sweaty from running. I've heard it said that men sweat, women   \nperspire, and ladies glow. I dunno if the Victorian Era needed euphemisms,   \nbut I know they covered their furniture because bare legs were uncivilised.   \nI don't know why carpenters bothered to make them, especially decorated, just   \nto cover them.\n\nI happen to like bare legs, especially on females. Now I'd like to mention   \nthat this Master was HuntMaster Alphonse's younger brother, and he'd wanted   \nto make Master Alphonse look bad for years. He figured that capturing and   \ndegrading Alice was a good way to start.\n\nHe knew how to treat submissives, of any gender. Now he was going to force   \nAlice to stop fighting him and give herself to him. He was going to own her   \nso thoroughly she'd switch her allegiance to him. Alice wasn't in heat, but   \nhe was going to force that as well.\n\nNow before you get squicked, remember we're all adults in this story (although   \nmany guests are in families and I've waited tables and cleaned rooms around   \nchildren, everyone's dressed decently. Even the subbes and subs, you've seen   \nbikini-clad nubile women, and hunky bare-chested men with skimpy Speedos.)\n\nAlice had signed the submission contract and given up the right to decide who   \ncarries her off, ties her down, strips her and fondles her. This Master had   \nher dizzy while he injected her with mild party drugs to keep her happy and   \nmake her lose her ability to judge what he did to her.\n\n-\u0026nbsp; -\u0026nbsp; -\n\nAgain, please don't get squicked. Alice consented in writing to this lifestyle   \na few years ago and it includes the relaxation and friendliness drugs. Look,   \nravers take MDMA \\*on purpose\\* and people take the deliriants because they   \n\\*like\\* the feeling.\n\nThirty years ago when I started this lifestyle I was a young adult and had a   \nbit of trouble not jumping on the sexy almost-nude women. I also felt them up   \nand groped them, and they didn't object except to me being clumsy. Not the   \nactual fondling and sex.\n\nTo keep out of trouble, I took the scopalomine deliriants, MDMA party pills,   \nselective-serotonin-reuptake inhibitors, and hypnotics. I felt dizzy and not   \nimpulsive, friendly and trusting, so I was willing to accept their instruc-  \ntion on my new lifestyle.\n\nI also took the 'sip-ro' as they called it. I'm not sure it was cyproterone   \nacetate, used in Depro-Provera to chemically castrate sex offenders. I did   \ngo limp for awhile and lose interest in jumping the yummy female submissives.\n\nSince then I only take enough to keep me from being aggressive with the other   \nmale subs. I sleep with three other nude males in a big cage, all spooned up   \ntogether even when it's warm, cause it feels good and comfy. None of us gets   \nhard or fights with our cagemates.\n\nHowever, my muscles are firm from the running and domestic work, and I'm quite   \nable to pleasure the women who rent me, as well as the subbes I'm ordered to   \nperform with for free person's entertainment. Whatever it is I'm taking is in   \nall the submissives' food and water, so we're all quite friendly and willing   \nto obey.\n\n-\u0026nbsp; -\u0026nbsp; -\n\nSorry if you're mad or just bored at my digression. But since Alice is a woman   \nshe takes the submission drugs too, and some experimental stuff not approved   \nby the USA government. What it does is reduce her body reactions every month,   \nso she doesn't waste energy getting ready to be pregnant.\n\nNone of the females gets hot flashes as they age, and they don't get bloated   \nor cranky either. The treatment evens out their hormone production, and that   \nmakes them much more willing to allow men to touch, hug, hold, and caress   \nthem. They also become much more willing to accept intimacy.\n\nAlice hadn't fought being tied down since she started taking the submission   \ntraining. She likes to struggle and pull on her bondage, just to enjoy the   \ndelicious feeling of restraint. I heartily agree.\n\nI just thought y'all deserve some background. This is all consensual roleplay,   \nand if you don't understand the idea of 'consensual non-consent' let me give   \na vanilla-land example.\n\nIf you agree to go to a movie with friends, and they want to see one you don't   \ncare about, but you go anyway, then you just put aside your objections. You   \nconsented to the outing even if you dislike some aspect.\n\nNow I know we're not talking about movies here, but being tied down and groped.   \nBut Alice consented to the roleplay \\*including\\* the groping and being forced.   \nThe training just gets her in the proper mood to accept it.\n\nwe call it 'sub space' and it's not /Star Trek/ science fiction. We mean 'sub-  \nmissive'. It's very relaxing when you know you can trust someone to dominate   \nyou, and make decisions for you. We're adults, not babies; babyplay is a whole   \nother fetish.\n\n-\u0026nbsp; -\u0026nbsp; -\n\nIn the Hunt Club back office, HuntMaster Alphonse sat enjoying his old dog. I   \nwas curled into the office desk footwell. I'd been licking his boots -- after   \nhe'd stepped through the rinse -- and I wasn't licking mud, just the leather.\n\nAfter all, people generally don't force their animal dogs to lick mud, and I   \nwasn't a captured enemy being punished. I was scared because I'm old and I   \ncouldn't keep up with the morning's foxhunt, even with aspirin for the joint   \npain.\n\nMaster Alphonse wasn't being cruel. He knows I actually like licking boots,   \nbecause I'm just \\*that\\* submissive. I don't even need the drugs anymore.   \nThree free people had taken turns with their licker, as Master Ernest and   \nMistress Roberta had used my human tongue as well.\n\nThey actually unsnapped my dog snout, leaving the mask on. I don't really   \nhave a long enough tongue to get past the snout and all over the boots, so   \nwe had to cheat a little.\n\nIf you've never had a dominant woman grip your collar and unsnap your snout,   \nit's quite a thrill for an old dog like me. She told me She wasn't angry with   \nme, just the situation. Someone may have vixen-napped our Alice, and that was   \nnot part of the morning roleplay.\n\nI truly love a good domination, and I saw Master Ernest stride in carrying   \nhis riding crop. He'd been smacking his animal horse's rump a bit to keep   \nhim trotting along. Maybe the gelding likes it, I know I do. Which is why   \nI didn't whimper when my snout came off and Master Ernest stroked my furry   \nrump.\n\nI was still in the Dalmation suit, and it's expensive, so I knew they weren't   \ngoing to beat me. I was happy enough to lick Master Ernest's boots, and I do   \nit the same way I lick a Dominant's feet: first the right outer side from toe   \nto heel, then the right inner side, left inner side, left outer side.\n\nI've seen the animal dogs the Estate keeps, and DogMaster Richards trains   \nthem to lick. He's a Dominant, not role-playing a dog, he trains animal dogs.   \nI first met Alice when I was young and a trainer leashed me and led me to the   \ndog pens. She was being a Collie bitch, on her hands and knees wearing cloth,   \nnot a fursuit.\n\nSorry if I'm jumping around, I'm just talking as I remember situations. I   \nnever claim to be a good storyteller. I was telling my cagemates the story,   \nand they stopped me to have me make clear that the woman Alice I met when   \nI was young has of course grown up as I have.\n\nAnd this new Alice with the yummy young body (yes, even at fifty after decades   \nof taking the anti-manhood treatment to deeply enjoy my submission, I know   \nwhat a yummy she is) isn't her daughter, she's a younger cousine.\n\n-\u0026nbsp; -\u0026nbsp; -\n\nMeanwhile in the taxonomy shed, Master Barusa had young Alice Vixen tied down   \nand stripped. He didn't want to damage the fursuit because it wasn't his or   \nAlphonse's, and his disagreement was with his brother, not the Hunt Club.\n\nMaster also simply wanted to dominate Alice, and because he was an undamaged   \nDominant while she was a sexy subbe, he had a sexual interest in her as well.   \nNow to be clear, Domination isn't only for sex, and sex doesn't need Domina-  \ntion. It's just more fun when they're combined.\n\nAlice liked a good Domination session. She was still a bit groggy from the   \ntrank, and the injection made her dizzy and accept him. She was still able   \nto resist, and fought the ropes because he hadn't rented her, and she was   \nsupposed to be outside running as a vixen.\n\nShe remembered rounding the fifth turn, then the surprise of running over the   \nsquishy ground. She knew there was swampy land, but thought it was further   \nsouth. Actually Master Barusa had tricked her by moving the trail markers to   \nthe swampy alternative.\n\nNow, kindly imagine a young adult woman with no lines on her tanned skin. She   \nsunbathes nude except for pasties on her sensitive nipples and a skimpy g-  \nstring over her cunt and anus. Even her pubic hair is revealed, and that firm   \nrump is bare.\n\nMaster had rope loops around her ankles and wrists, because as a vixen she'd   \nbeen told to remove her leather cuffs. Even her collar lay on her dog bed in   \nthe stables. It had been scary at first to remove them, because Alice was so   \nused to the loving caress of the leather on her skin.\n\nWell, she also sunbathes without her leather, although if you look closely   \nyou'll see the marks where she's a little paler. Most of her work outside   \nis in leather, and she doesn't really do nothing when she suns. She's often   \non a rope leash around some body part while men and women enjoy seeing her   \notherwise nude flesh.\n\n-\u0026nbsp; -\u0026nbsp; -\n\nSo it wasn't unusual for Alice to feel rope loosely around her neck. Master   \nBarusa had it tight enough to feel like a collar, not just hanging loosely   \nlike a free woman's necklace. She could tilt her head and still swallow   \neasily.\n\nWhich was something Master ordered, to force her to feel the limits of her   \nbondage. He was letting her get used to his treatment, as well as letting   \nthe friendliness overtake her. He knew that eventually the trainers would   \nremember the shed, and look for her.\n\nBut he also knew the roleplay, and that Alice was submissive. He was domin-  \nating her, perfectly within his rights. He wasn't going to mark her perma-  \nnently. He wanted to force her to not only accept him sexually but to hap-  \npily participate.\n\nNow, Alice was a lusty young woman, partly from outside but mostly because   \nof her subbe training. Remember her body was affected by role-play drugs so   \nshe wouldn't get pregnant, and everyone's tested to avoid disease. Even free   \npeople can't just wander in off the street and start an orgy. We're not   \nprostitutes.\n\nOnce she admitted to herself she was held, she only resisted to please her   \ncaptor. Actually it was a lot like what we'd do to her if she lost the hunt,   \nso Alice was looking forward to the exercise. Both her mind and especially   \nher luscious body.\n\nThe sweat from running in the fursuit was cooling her as it evaporated, and   \nMaster looked over the bound beauty with appreciation. He'd removed her fake   \nfur legs and arms, and he'd tied each wrist and ankle a second time before   \nslipping the fur off each limb.\n\nAlice had never been released. She always had five ropes on her, and sometimes   \na sixth. Master had put them on her tighter as she awoke and tested her new   \nlimits, but she still wasn't stretched, just spread out lewdly and inescap-  \nably.\n\nShe could no longer risk falling off the work table, she was tied too tightly.   \nHer body was stretched comfortably, not even to its limits, and she lay there   \nsweaty and exposed. I'm sure you get the image, go ahead and enjoy.\n\nThe furry bra and panties still kept her nominally decent. She giggled and   \nwiggled as Master Barusa applied some lotion all over her exposed skin, and   \nthat included the parts of her arms and legs touching the table. He rubbed   \nit in and Alice drew in her breath as the warmness began.\n\nMaster knew she'd been running, because he'd watched her flip her fake tail   \non the Hunt trail. He knew it'd hurt her if her muscles cramped, and although   \nshe was struggling in the ropes she wasn't nearly able to loosen any, much   \nless escape.\n\nMaster enjoyed her useless struggles. The Domination lotion was a fun addition   \nto his arsenal, warming his bound playtoy and making her docile. Soon enough   \nshe'd feel the warmth spread from her skin, deeper into her heating body and   \nforcing her mind to enjoy the growing warmth from her groin.\n\n-\u0026nbsp; -\u0026nbsp; -\n\nSo, three free people and a submissive old guy dressed as a dog. I was licking   \nthree pairs of rinsed boots, and the Dominants had been careful to stop at   \nthe bootcleaner submissives outside. It really doesn't take that long to sit   \nand let a sub run your bootsoles over a dull iron blade to remove mud and   \ntrail dirt.\n\nIn fact, that's where the subbes work the pump handle and direct a water   \nstream over the leather, being careful not to splash the trousers. They   \nlook at the cuffs while they kneel, and brush the dirt down. If there's   \nalready mud on the cuffs, a wet-brush removes it and they pat you dry.\n\nEven I had a go at the subbes. I mean, they removed the ballet slipeprs and   \nrinsed my muddy left foot, then slid an indoor pair on me. I wasn't allowed   \nto track mud into the house, even as a dog.\n\nSo okay, far too much detail, I do tend to go on. Me licking boots, the sides   \nand risers, not the soles. Actually, they'd been washed and rinsed, and so   \nare the floors, so it wasn't that dirty. To be perfectly honest, I \\*wanted\\*   \nto lick the undersides, and frankly I've done it when the boots are just   \nrinsed.\n\nSo okay, I'm kinky. C'mon to the Main Line Hunt Club Estate, watch several   \nmale subs and female subbes on our knees almost nude, wearing collars,   \nleashes, wrist and ankle cuffs. Oh, mostly we wear skimpy g-strings covering   \nour groins and the females' breasts.\n\nBut they're roughly-woven unbleached linen, designed to hold us up and out.   \nSometimes we wear actual vanilla-skimpy swimsuits or bikinis. If you rent us   \nwe'll remove even that and let you see totally nude adults. As domestic ser-  \nvants we have g-strings to control swinging, and the restaurant staff is more   \ncovered.\n\nAfter I'd licked boots Master Ernest rubbed my costumed rump with his riding   \ncrop and I enjoyed it. You may not know how good a rump-rub feels, and I even   \nenjoy a mild warming. Smack my gluteals to a nice rosy red and I'll follow   \nyou anywhere...\n\nI couldn't help whining in pleasure. I was still in dog space, glad the free   \npeople weren't angry. At least at me, I knew I was still in trouble for poor   \nperformance in the hunt. But I'm over fifty years old, and my running days   \nwere over. I sometimes cry at night, curled up in my dog bed. I wish I was   \nmore active, to serve better.\n\nAs a dog I wasn't allowed to speak like a human, so I couldn't tell Master I'd   \nseen the tracker light go off. I did toss my head over to the board and whim-  \nper, and after I'd licked Mistress hadn't put the Dalmation snout back on me.\n\nShe asked me what I meant, and of course I just lay there tilting my head. I   \nwas a good boy. Mistress Roberta laughed and stroked my head. She knew I was   \nstill deep in dog space, but animal dogs are aware of strange sounds or scents,   \nand even licking your ankles they poke you with their cold noses to point you   \nto investigate.\n\nShe asked Master Alphonse to let me out of the footwell. There's actually a   \ntrick, there's a small door six inches off the floor that sneaks back under   \nthe stairs to the second floor sleeping rooms. A low run leads to a room with   \ndog cages for submissives and couches for free people to enjoy us.\n\nI mean the stairs are for guests to get to their rooms, not that dogs go up   \nin the run. It just feeds on the ground floor into the original farmhouse.   \nThe back office and the meeting room are add-ons, and they blocked an original   \nwindow to put in the stairs. The whole second floor is an addition.\n\nMistress Roberta borrowed me from Master Alphonse and took my leash. I knew   \nthat meant I was to follow Her, and She led me out of the footwell around His   \nboots. I crawled on all fours because I was still a dog.\n\nThe dog fur has knee pads, and I had my indoor slippers and hand mittens. I   \ncould hold a doorknob, but I stayed on all fours and wiggled my rump. The   \nDalmation tail waved around, and all three Dominants enjoyed my skill. I was   \nglad, although I wiggled to make the anchor move inside me and give me a   \nthrill.\n\n-\u0026nbsp; -\u0026nbsp; -\n\nI like to change scenes so y'all remember me in the farmhouse and Alice in   \nthe taxidermy shed. Master Barusa had her tied spread out, removed the fur   \narms and legs, took her vixen snout but left the mask on her. He began to   \nfeel his way up her lovely body, and she was trying to struggle to amuse him.\n\nActually she knew she was well restrained, and they both knew she enjoyed   \nit rather a lot, so it was just pretense. He didn't really get angry, but   \nhe slapped her middle and ordered her quiet. To make the point, Master took   \na rather large white ball gag, made her look, and forced it into her mouth   \nby holding her nose closed.\n\nAlice tried to refuse her captor. It wasn't the role-play she'd agreed to   \nthat morning. But tied down she couldn't really fight him, even trying to   \nmove her head away from his grip. Master kept his grip with his right hand   \nand slapped her middle again with his left.\n\nAlice got the message and obeyed. She opened her mouth to breathe, and got   \na nice gulp before he forced the ball into her. He held her nose until her   \neyes got wide and she whimpered. He had won the play fight.\n\nAs a reward for submitting to him, Master Barusa let Alice breathe as he felt   \nhis way down her chin, her lovely throat held by rope, her shoulders and chest.   \nHe paused at her mounds, still held towards him like offerings by the furry   \nbra.\n\nHe wasn't a perv, and it wasn't a quick surreptitious grope. He was quite   \nused to fondling women and he'd given the injections enough time to work   \non her. Alice relaxed and let the Master enjoy her body. He was stroking   \nher gently, knowing she was held and helpless.\n\nHis hands expertly curled over the tops of her breasts, stroking the blood   \ntoward her nipples. He slipped his fingers under the fur and caressed the   \nouter sides of her female body. He was in no hurry to take her, and his slow   \ntour of Alice's mammaries induced her to give in to the warm feeling... of   \nbeing felt.\n\nMaster Barusa's hands slid under her mounds and lifted them from the bra. Her   \nareoles showed themselves as he continued caressing her cleavage, stroking   \nthe flesh and making Alice's breathing quicken. He felt the way the bra straps   \ncame around her chest, under her breasts, fed through the triangles holding   \nher luscious orbs, took a twist around the clasp between them then slipped   \nsaucily back through the fur-covered rough cloth to her shoulders and around   \nher neck.\n\nHis skilled fingers followed the path. He didn't need to look down, and Alice   \ncouldn't meet his eyes. She was a submissive woman, and she missed the look   \nof lust. But she felt it as if it physically held her down, heard his breath   \nbecome ragged with desire, noted his changing scent.\n\nAlice's fuzzy mind reveled in the knowlege that she was the cause of his   \npleasure. Pleasing men was why she came to the Estate, signed the contract,   \nstripped and knelt. She remembered the first time she felt the strong hand   \nof Master Andrew on her chin, lifting it while pushing her body to her knees.   \nThe first feel of the leather collar, the solemn ceremony of her collaring,   \nthe surge of submissive pleasure as she was led on her knees to service men...\n\n-\u0026nbsp; -\u0026nbsp; -\n\n(interruption for intermission. please adjust your jeans or skirts, I don't   \njudge. Just remember free people get to dress for their own comfort, so it's   \nimportant to keep any tightness away. Don't feel embarrassed, it's perfectly   \nOK for y'all to look, enjoy, follow along, breathe a bit heavy.)\n\nAnyway, I'm a dog and Mistress Roberta led me on all fours to the wall map.   \nShe'd seen where I was looking, and told me to show what I wanted. As a dog,   \nI didn't talk, but got up on my hind legs and poked my front paw at the track   \nsignal.\n\nAs a dog, I can't stand up straight, so I pawed twice and went back down. I   \ncrouched like a dog and looked up at Her face. I couldn't meet a Dominant's   \ngaze of course, and lowered my eyes.\n\nNow I will admit to some un-submissive pride about the tracker board. Remem-  \nber there are five main foxhunt trails, each one color-coded on the map, with   \nseveral alternates. Out in the real world, they're marked on trees and rocks,   \non the observation towers and the aid stations, and flag poles in the meadows.\n\nWe may still have the old board in the maintenance shed somewhere. After all,   \nthe property map hasn't changed. Just because I've been here over thirty years   \nisn't enough time for that, although the back road has been paved and repaired   \nafter they tore it up putting in the sewer line.\n\nWhy the county couldn't figure out to dig first and then pave eludes me. I   \nlike to think it's because the vanillas \\*don't\\* have sexy submissives to   \nrelax them and see to their personal needs and comfort. We can even note   \nlittle details that exist but bore free people.\n\nThe new board has some features that I thought up. We're allowed to think   \nas long as we obey first. One command was to make the board better, and   \nremember I'd been part-time awhile back when the idea came up. The problem   \nwas showing our hunt tracking. The old board had hundreds of little incan-  \ndescent light bulbs, which by the way heated up using electricity.\n\nThey kept burning out, and some subs aren't detail-oriented enough to keep   \nchecking. It was a source of anger for Dominants when they lost a track   \nbecause the lights burnt out. Now, the HuntMaster keeps a radio and can   \ntalk with someone in the office, but that's rather a cheat and he won't   \nstain his honour by getting tracker data.\n\nAlso, the old board depended on radio reports, and the office staff lit the   \nlamps. So it's a bit backwards to get info from the office, instead of just   \nfrom observers. It ended up clumsy, prone to human error and malfunctions.\n\nMy idea was to use the then-new Light-Emitting Diodes instead of bulbs. It   \nused a lot less electricity and lasted practically forever. But still, where   \nto get the location data?\n\nIt was a problem back then to locate by radio. Not the theory, but we needed   \nsomething small enough for our vixen to carry. At first it was a whole back-  \npack for the radio battery, then a fanny pack (and our vixens have such deli-  \ncious fannies...) and now just the GPS out of a cell phone.  \n\u0026nbsp;  \nNowadays, just an app on a cellphone sends vixen GPS data every few minutes.   \nWe take the phone call, a computer sees the GPS and where it is on our map,   \nan Arduino chip-computer lights up the LED.\n\nAs long as the tracker the vixen carries is plugged in. I saw the light blink   \nout, and the track on the map end. Of course, we still had the memory of where   \nAlice had been up to then, but because she wasn't on the proper trail, the   \nchips didn't know where to light.\n\nSo we had to go back to the computer log, see the GPS latitude and longitude,   \nand find them on the backup maps, with better detail and elevation. Sure   \nenough we saw where Alice went off trail, and Master Alphonse saw that the   \nmarks were off, not Alice.\n\nRemember he'd found out the trail marks were tampered with? It was the trail   \nitself that went off, when the marks were moved with the transponders (as we   \nfound out, Master Barusa had tricked us) and we dogs lost her scent and   \nblundered into traps.\n\nAnd the water traps? Master Barusa had simply dragged a water cart (it was   \nsupposed to let us dogs get a drink) off and filled them, then hid it. The   \nelectric bike was too quiet to hear over the pack barking.\n\nBut, he didn't seem to know about the tracker. He just tranked Alice and   \nhauled her off. Only after he'd taken her to the shed and tied her down   \ndid he start searching her warm voluptuous flesh.\n\nNow, I know the hetero males out there enjoy searching a bound bikini-clad   \nwoman, and maybe the lesbians too. I rather enjoy it, when I'm told to show   \na guest what subs do with subbes. I know for a fact young Alice deeply enjoys   \na good dominant grope.\n\nAlice prefers men, but she submits to women, as well as anyone who controls   \nher. She was supposed to be running vixen, but she was fox-napped, so she was   \nexpected to fight, and then resist as he overpowered her. She was trying to   \nresist her natural and trained submission, as well as the situation, the   \nstrong man who had captured her, the relaxation...\n\nOf course they both knew he had control over her with the ropes, and she would   \nsoon give herself totally to his will...","series":{"name":"HumanFox","previous":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/926900-fox-hunt-6.json","next":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1689256-vixen-hunt-1.json"}}