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Vix squirmed in her seat as best as the ropes binding her to it would allow. The fact that she was excited about tonight didn’t make it any less nerve-wracking. The fact that she was here of her own free will didn’t settle her racing heartbeat. The fact that Owner was in the next room in a snappy leather outfit didn’t defang her current situation.

The blue-furred foxgirl sat in a bare wooden chair, naked and exposed. She happily handed over her clothes when she walked through the servants’ entrance at the back of this massive mansion. She didn’t resist when two hulking tigresses grabbed her by the forelegs and hauled her over to this chair.

Vix even sat still as they pulled her forelegs behind the chair and tied her wrists to the back, then bound her ankles to the front legs. But then the two of them left the room without a word, and Vix was trapped with her thoughts.

That was ten minutes ago. Vix had mapped out every inch of the room, her nervous eyes darting around at every sound she heard through the wood-paneled walls. It was some kind of office, quite a ritzy one to boot. She sat in front of a massive wooden desk with a leather chair behind it, and she could see a contract sitting atop the mat on it.

If Vix had to guess, it was the contract she signed just the night before. The one that granted her entrance to this mansion tonight.

The one that doomed her to a night of service where she handed over her rights with her clothes.

The door finally swung open and a wolf strode through, clad head to toe in black leather. She looked incredible. Vix had never seen a leather tuxedo before, and certainly not a high dress uniform tailored to fit so well. It must’ve cost her a fortune.

”Good evening,” the wolf said, coming around and sitting in the leather chair, kicking her booted hindpaws up on the desk. “I’d ask your name, but it’s not terribly relevant to your presence here this evening.”

She opened a desk drawer and pulled out a cigar, swiftly cutting off the end and lighting it. She blew a cloud toward Vix, and the fox’s eyes fluttered. Gosh, the wolf was so gorgeous. Immaculate from head to hindpaws. She hoped that all the other furs she was here to serve were just as lovely.

Not that she’d get a good look.

”I know you’ve read this contract I’ve got here, probably came about it too,” the wolf said with a harsh chuckle. “But it’s worth reminding you exactly why you’re here.”

”Yes Miss,” Vix responded demurely, batting her eyelashes at the bigger, stronger fur. She got a bone-chilling grin in response.

”Be mindful of eye contact, servant girl,” the wolf said. “Hostesses here at Aria Manor are not permitted to hold eye contact with any guest, not even their dommes in the outside world. You will also not be permitted to speak unless spoken to. If you violate either of these directives, somebody will take measures to prevent you from doing so again.”

Vix shuddered. That was part of what caught Owner’s attention about this place. They loved playing with strict protocol. Owner would sometimes give her rules just for the pleasure of making her break them and dishing out punishment. Aria Manor was a place where they could enact those fantasies at scale.

”As a first-time hostess, your duties will be fairly limited this evening,” the wolf continued, taking another drag from her cigar. “You will serve food and drinks to our guests, nude but for any gear that is put on you. As stipulated in your membership contract, you will not perform formal sexual service until your fifth night as a hostess. Understood?”

”Yes Miss,” Vix replied.

”Good, it’s not complicated,” the wolf said. “And call me Handler. You call our guests Miss. If they want you to call them something else, they will correct you. That correction can take the form of physical punishment, but it will not move to an extended scene.”

Vix nodded. This all seemed simple enough. Serve drinks, serve food, look like a whore, don’t open her slutty little mouth or look up without permission. She could handle all of that in her sleep. Owner led her through plenty of these paces all the time.

But Handler wasn’t done.

“Be prepared for our guests to address you in any number of depraved fashions,” the wolf continued, flashing Vix another massive grin. “Slut, whore, bitch, dyke, whatever they find most appealing in the moment. I don’t care how flustered that makes you, it is your job to push through it and do as they ask. Copy?”

”Yes, Handler,” Vix said with a shuddering moan. Gosh, she was already wet. This was going to be a long night!

Handler noticed and laughed. “If anybody catches you trying to satisfy yourself, you’ll be locked in chastity faster than you can blink,” she growled, making Vix’s fur stand on end. “And as I’m sure you read, if you’re put in a belt here, it doesn’t come off until our next event.”

Vix gulped. Aria Manor only hosted events like this about once a month, and Owner wasn’t about to let her try to cheat her way out of chastity. She’d have to be a good girl and let the fire build without doing anything about it, no matter how badly she wanted to.

”You will see a great deal of debauchery in our house tonight, and you are welcome to watch as long as your services are not actively needed,” Handler said, twirling her cigar between her fingers. “But I expect you to hop to it if you hear a degrading name from anybody in your vicinity.”

Vix nodded, biting her lip. Maybe keeping her hands off would be a bit harder than she feared.

Handler stood, pulling a strip of white leather from a desk drawer as she did. She walked around to Vix and looped it around her neck, pulling it tight and slipping a padlock through the clasp. The bound foxgirl shuddered, feeling another pulse of pleasure between her legs.

”A white collar signifies you as a newbie,” Handler said, checking whether the collar was appropriately tight. “All of our guests will know how to treat you, and they’ll know you’re not there to be hauled off to be used. When you get a pink collar in a few months, you’ll find out exactly what good hostesses are for.”

Vix quivered, unable to even offer a “yes, Handler” in reply. Was this heaven? A whole house full of leather-clad domme furs who would be free to have their way with her once she earned her keep waited just a few doors down. She could hardly believe her luck.

”I suppose that covers it,” Handler said, resting her forepaws on Vix’s shoulders. “Oh! I almost forgot. Every night, there’s a little raffle among the newbies. Whoever gets their name drawn goes up on stage to get whipped in front of all of our guests. So be prepared in case you’re on the block!”

Vix moaned as Handler blew another cloud of smoke on her. She was pretty sure that wasn’t in the contract! But she wasn’t worried. She could take a good bit of pain, Owner made sure of it. Pain was attention, after all. And Vix loved attention.

”I’m going to untie you now,” Handler said, reaching for the ropes around Vix’s wrists. “And remember, your performance speaks to my capabilities as your Handler. So if you disappoint and it comes back to me, you and I will have a violent little conversation. Got it?”

”Yes Handler!” Vix yelped as the wolf grabbed her breast and squeezed. Gods, what exactly had she gotten herself into?

Handler grabbed Vix by the forepaw and led her out of the office, ordering her to cast her eyes downwards. The foxgirl obeyed with a shudder. Getting handled like a piece of meat had just been the appetizer. Now her real work would begin.

The massive wolf led her down the hallway and through a swinging door at the end, where a bustling restaurant kitchen was waiting for them. Vix was grateful she didn’t have to work in here, but she could already tell that popping in and out would be fun.

It was joyfully chaotic, the kind of place where she could tell everybody was happy to be there. She was here on her own time, but this was paid staff. Probably handsomely paid, judging by the jovial atmosphere.

”You’ll be passing on all orders to Liza here,” Handler said, gesturing to a smiling golden retriever. “Do you think you’ll be able to commit orders to memory?”

”No Handler,” Vix confessed. Probably better to be honest in this kind of situation. “I don’t want to bring incorrect orders for our guests.”

”Hm,” Handler replied. “No, you don’t. We prefer to keep our hostesses stripped to give us a proper show, though I must take practicality into consideration.”

”Why not give her the trainer belt?” Liza asked cheerily. Handler got that damn smirk on her face and Vix whimpered. That didn’t sound good.

It wasn’t.

Handler disappeared down the hall for a moment, returning with a gleaming steel chastity belt, inlaid with intricate patterns of white gold. It was beautiful, and it had a convenient little slot for a notepad and pen. It would be quite handy for helping with her duties.

Unfortunately, it also meant she’d be denied for a whole month! Vix whined and took a half-step back, but Handler was on her in moments. The wolf grabbed her by the throat and looked down at Vix, her deep brown eyes sparking with dominant malice.

”Are you going to be a bad girl before your shift has even started, little hostess?” Handler growled. “That doesn’t bode well for your future here, you know. Disobedient little sluts don’t get much freedom at Aria Manor.”

”N-no Handler, b-but-“ Vix began, but the wolf didn’t let her finish.

”Wonderful!” She exclaimed. “Then hold still. I’ve got to make sure this fits you properly.”

Much to the fox’s dismay, it fit her exactly right. She cursed her eagerness to hand over her measurements when Owner signed her up for this. Vix thought that maybe she’d get some fun gear out of the bargain, not that she’d get locked away for a month!

”I’ll be sure to supply your Owner with instructions for proper hygiene,” Handler said as she locked the belt shut, ignoring Vix’s despondent whine. “We like to keep our hostesses in good condition. And yes, that little cup for the pad is removable, even if the belt isn’t!”

Vix shot Liza a desperate look, but the goldie just giggled and gave her a wave before looking away to accept an order from another hostess. This one had a green collar and some massive gag in her mouth, so she could only communicate the order by handing over a pad of her own. It seemed like all of these belts had attachment points for the little cups.

”Alright newbie, get to work!” Handler said once she finished checking the belt’s fit. “Trays are available at both the call station for the bar and just outside the doors here. Your collar will buzz when your orders are ready, there’s different codes for drinks and food.”

”W-wait, which is which?” Vix asked desperately, aware of the fact that Handler was looking at her like she was dinner.

”You’ll figure it out,” the wolf said with a wave of her paw, blowing more smoke in the foxgirl’s face. “Chop chop! You better get moving, or I’ll go find a belt with shock pads.”

Vix yelped and scampered out through the swinging doors into the main ballroom where all of the guests waited. She didn’t make it two steps outside before her jaw hit the floor.

It was impossibly opulent. Everything was elegant and expensive, from the leather all of the guests were dressed in to the huge bejeweled chandelier hanging from the ceiling. She’d never seen anything this majestic in her life!

One entire wall of the massive ballroom was dominated by a bar, staffed by three furs dressed in leather and stocked with every liquor she could imagine. The opposite wall had crosses, bondage tables, stocks, chairs, cages, everything a well-stocked dungeon could want for.

And at the far end, Vix saw a stage, currently empty and unlit. She figured that was where the lucky newcomer got whipped for an eager audience. She glanced around the room, looking for anybody else in a white collar. A cursory scan found none, but that didn’t mean there weren’t any. Surely she wasn’t the only one.

The rest of the room was dotted with small tables, and leather-clad furs congregated around them and chatted. Plenty of them had submissives following them around on leashes, and a great many of them were bound in some shape or form. Vix bit her lip.

It was her job to serve everybody tonight, including the leashed subs. In a very real sense, she was lower than them too tonight. Her white collar signified that she was lower than everyone tonight. That thought made her pussy throb behind her new belt.

”Ah, there she is!” Owner called out, emerging from the throng in her leather dress uniform. Vix almost looked up and smiled, but she caught herself just in time and fixed her gaze on Owner’s shiny boots. She’d polished them herself just hours ago, and she could see her reflection in them.

Her Owner, a tall, slim collie, brushed her fingers over Vix’s new chastity belt. “Oh goodness, somebody’s been a bad girl already,” she cooed. “I can’t imagine too many hostesses get locked in chastity before they make it out to serve!”

Vix bit back a complaint and whimpered. It wouldn’t do to break her rules at the earliest possible opportunity! Owner would be more strict than ever tonight, she had to prove she could be a good girl.

”Well, I’m sure you’ll recover from here,” Owner continued, groping her pet’s breasts. “Now be a doll and fetch me a negroni and a basket of those delicious truffle fries, hm? I don’t want anybody else being your first order.”

”Yes Owner,” Vix replied, jotting down her order and giving her a quick little bow. That wasn’t one of their usual rules, but it felt right here in the manor. She needed to be even more deferential.

She scampered over to the bar and asked the ermine bartender there for a negroni with an extra twist of orange, exactly how Owner preferred it. The pretty bartender gave her a smile that made Vix’s knees quake, then she felt a forepaw on her back.

”If you’re going to get that shaky for every girl who smiles at you, you’re going to collapse within an hour,” a fur said next to her. Vix turned to see a black cat standing next to her with a deep purple leather collar around her neck. She was completely naked, and her cock was hard as steel.

”Oh shit, sorry, I’m not supposed to look anyone in the eye!” Vix said, frantically looking away. The cat giggled, sliding three martini glasses full of bright red liquid onto a tray.

”Relax, I’m just a hostess,” the cat said. “That only goes for guests, but I suppose it doesn’t hurt to get some practice in. I see Handler already broke out the training belt on you!”

Vix blushed, clasping her forelegs behind her back. It was unfair that Owner didn’t let her cum for months before tonight. Being this worked up made it almost impossible to focus on the task at hand!

The cat giggled again, it was a wonderful sound. “Either you’re a very naughty girl or you’re the subbiest hostess yet,” she said. “I’d bet on the second with how you’re looking at me, though. Handler can smell weakness, I swear.”

The cat turned and walked away with a little wave, carrying the tray in one hand with the other held behind her back. She seemed to know exactly what she was doing. Vix watched, transfixed, as she smoothly sank down to her knees and presented the tray of cocktails to a waiting trio of falcons. The foxgirl may have had some experience with high protocol kink, but it would be a while until she was capable of that.

Oh shit, Owner’s fries! Vix scampered back across the ballroom, taking care to keep her eyes focused on the ground. This combination immediately led to her crashing into one of the guests, inadvertently tackling the slim naga to the ground.

”Oh no!” Vix said, scrambling off of her and kneeling, whimpering and whining. “I’m s-so sorry, I didn’t see you!”

”Evidently not,” the naga said with a chuckle. “Are you alright?”

”Y-yeah, I’m fine, but I feel awful!” Vix whimpered. “I just started and I’m already terrible at this, and-“

”Hush, little whitecollar,” the naga said soothingly. “Would you feel better if I gave you a small punishment? I’m not angry with you, but I find that submissive creatures like yourself take solace in punishment.”

Vix nodded. That made perfect sense. “Yes Miss, that would be wonderful,” she answered. “Thank you.”

”It is my pleasure, little dyke,” she said, taking Vix’s forepaw in her hand and leading her away. It felt nice. The fox stole a few glances at the naga’s body, finding it crisscrossed with an intricate harness of leather straps. She looked bewitching. Gods, if only she were allowed to look into her eyes.

”Here we are,” the naga said, opening a supply closet and pulling out a set of cuffs attached by a two-foot chain. “This ought to keep you from running like that again. We value quality service here at Aria, not fast service. Remember that.”

”Yes Miss,” Vix said, quivering. “Thank you for a-AH!”

She squealed as her collar delivered three short, sharp shocks to her neck. Vix just about jumped out of her fur, but the naga held her in place.

”Ah, your order must be ready,” she said, and Vix could hear the smirk in her voice. “Remember not to run, dear. If I catch you doing it again, I’m afraid I’ll have to shorten your chain.”

”Y-yes Miss! Fuck!” Vix exclaimed, hobbling her way back toward the bar. The naga gave her a quick little spank as she did, then slithered off to rejoin the party. The collar gave her another three shocks, these just a bit more intense.

Vix got four more rounds of shocks before she made it back to the bar, accepting Owner’s cocktail from the grinning little ermine bartender. She tapped something under the bar, and the shocks finally came to a stop. She breathed out a sigh of relief before heading back toward Owner with her drink.

Once she delivered it, the Collie cleared her throat expectantly. “And my food?” She asked, disapproval clear in her tone.

Vix blanched. Shit.

She headed toward the kitchen, wincing from the ten sharp spanks Owner gave her for her tardiness. This was going to be difficult. The kitchen and bar were quite a ways away from each other, and that seemed intentional. Especially if her collar was going to fry her like that every time an order was ready!

She stumbled into the kitchen, already panting. She was about to paw at her chastity belt, but Liza would probably just report her to Handler. Three punishments this quick already had Vix weak at the knees, she couldn’t bear another quite yet. She needed to be a good girl.

”One basket of truffle fries please,” she said, trying to keep her heat under control.

”Coming right up, cutie!” Liza responded cheerily. “Head back out for now, we’ve got a lot in the queue!”

Vix walked back out through the doors and stopped dead, her gaze captured by a majestic sight. The pretty black cat in the purple collar was chained to a St. Andrew’s Cross with an elaborate leather muzzle strapped around her head. A huge, butch rabbit was standing behind her with a leather flogger, whipping it across her back over and over.

The rabbit wasn’t swinging that hard yet, but the cat was already squirming. Vix watched with wide eyes as her fingers curled into fists and then uncurled over and over again. She didn’t express any need to stop though, so the rabbit happily carried on.

The domme was a vision. She wore an open red leather vest and nothing else, flaunting her cunt for all to see. Gosh, Vix could happily serve her. That fifth visit to the manor couldn’t come quickly enough.

”Hey dyke!” A voice called from behind Vix. The foxgirl whipped around and heeded the call, walking over to a table with four furs at it and keeping her eyes down.

”Yes Miss, how may I help you?” Vix asked, pulling out her pad and pen. Hopefully Owner’s fries wouldn’t be done until she was finished taking this order.

”Great, fresh meat,” one of the furs complained. “You better get this right, whitecollar. I don’t like waiting around for incompetence to correct itself.”

Vix nodded, blushing. No pressure.

”I’ll take an old fashioned with bourbon and the grass-fed sliders,” the first fur said, her floor-length leather skirt swishing. “Toss in that lovely herb salad as well.”

Vix nodded, scribbling down the order. She just barely got it down before the next fur started, already sounding bored with her.

”Get me an espresso martini and a roast duck sandwich, add in the garlic butter, and go light on that aioli,” she said. “Gave me heartburn for three days last time.”

”Oh, you’re such a wuss, Angie,” the fur to her left said to a chorus of laughter. Even the bound and gagged sub kneeling under the table was laughing.

Vix nodded, but she didn’t get all of it down before the next fur began. This was difficult work!

”I’ll take an aviation and a bowl of that lovely lobster bisque, as well as a dog bowl of the ‘63 Belle Époque for my pet,” she said. “And be sure to ask the chef for some of those fresh chives, they’re absolutely to die for!”

Vix barely made it halfway through her order before her collar lit up with a brilliant shock. This time it was one long, sharp jolt that was strong enough to make her drop her pad. She looked up helplessly at the four dommes standing around the table, who were all staring down at her like she was a chew toy.

”I-I’m so sorry, I’m new at this and-“ she began, but she couldn’t get the words out before a grinning horse in nothing but a leather bra grabbed her and hauled her away.

”You’re hopeless, whitecollar,” she said, ignoring Vix’s whines as the collar lit her up once again. “Thankfully, we have just the thing for hopeless cases.”

Vix whined and squirmed, but she followed behind the filly obediently. The domme had an iron grip of her foreleg, so she didn’t have much of a choice in the matter. Her pussy throbbed in its chastity, and the chain connecting her ankles rattled as she tried to keep up with the much taller horse.

The shock for finished food was much stronger than the one for drinks. One long, powerful blast, enough to make her neck muscles tense. It was painful, but Vix gritted her teeth. She didn’t come here to bow out at the first bit of challenging pain!

”M-Miss please, my collar, Owner needs her food, and I-“ Vix began, but the filly kept pulling her along.

”That’s too bad, slut,” she said, and Vix could hear the satisfaction in her voice. “It’s your own fault for not staying on top of your workload, you know. When a hostess breaks the rules, we have to make sure they’re properly corrected.”

She led Vix to a wardrobe on the wall and opened it to reveal a plethora of gear. Vix had never seen quite this many gags and hoods in one place before. She quivered, the fire in the pit of her stomach burning bright. There was only one reason the horse would’ve brought her over here.

”First, we’ve got to make sure you can’t run your little whitecollar mouth anymore,” the filly said, picking up a thick white leather muzzle. Vix whimpered. It was huge; big enough to cover the entire lower half of her face. It even came equipped with a silicone horsecock to silence her.

The collar unleashed another devastating shock, and Vix’s knees quivered. With any luck, the horse would stop after the muzzle, and she could go get Owner’s food. She didn’t know how much more of this she could take!

Vix’s assailant ordered her to open her maw, and she immediately did so. She was already getting punished, so she figured she might as well get a good look at the horse. She was beautiful. Chocolate brown hair all over her body, a muscular physique, and black eyes that she could look into forever.

”I love new girls,” the horse hissed, forcing the massive cock gag down Vix’s throat. “They give me so many excuses to mistreat them. And then they look up at me with loving, desperate eyes that only cry out for more. I hope you like those shocks, foxgirl. You’re going to be getting them for a bit longer.”

Accommodating the silicone dick was no small task for Vix. It filled out every nook and cranny of her throat, testing her gag reflex and silencing her. She moaned, and couldn’t even hear a whisper. Gosh, she’d never been gagged quite this tightly. Especially not with a thick leather muzzle on top of it!

The horse worked with practiced efficiency, buckling the intricate web of straps around Vix’s head. Her eyes fluttered at how secure it felt, and she moaned into her gag once the filly added padlocks to the buckles.

“There, that’s better,” the filly said. “No more loose lips for you, whitecollar. Let’s complete the picture, hm? Speaking out of turn isn’t the only rule you broke.”

She went back into the wardrobe and grabbed a thick leather blindfold, the same shade of white as her muzzle and collar. Vix whined and shuddered. How was she supposed to do her job if she couldn’t see? This was so unfair!

The filly didn’t care one bit, and Vix’s protests were swallowed by the silicone stuffed in her throat. She stood obediently still as the horse affixed the leather over her eyes, buckling yet more straps around her head. There were even pieces to fasten the gag, collar, and blindfold together. This was ridiculous!

”There we go, that’s much better,” the horse said, patting Vix on the cheek. “Now you can look wherever you like without breaking the rules. Say ‘thank you, Miss.’”

Vix complied as best she could, not that any sound made it out of her muzzle besides air whistling through the two little holes over her nostrils. The horse chuckled and turned her around, sending her off with a pat on the butt.

”Walk straight that way and you’ll make it to the kitchen,” she whispered in Vix’s ear. “Good luck, newbie.”

She strolled off, leaving Vix to stumble her way across the ballroom blind. This was beyond unfair. It was also maybe the hottest thing that had ever happened to her. She was doomed to make another mistake without her eyesight, and who knew what punishments awaited her then?

After two minutes of careful steps and more agonizing shocks, Vix reached the double doors that led into the kitchen. She faced in the direction she hoped pointed her toward Liza, and she heard the golden retriever’s eager giggles.

”I was wondering where you were!” She said cheerily. “I guess this answers my question, huh? Bet you’re having a great time out there.”

Vix whined, but she nodded. This was heavenly. So many powerful furs eager to put rules on her she had no hope of following properly. She wondered if other first-timers were as hopeless at this as she was.

Liza was nice enough to put the tray with Owner’s truffle fries in her forepaws and point her back in the direction of the door, sending her off with a kiss on the cheek. Vix swore she was glowing, especially now that the shocks had finally tapered off.

She barely made it ten steps outside of the doors before Owner found her. The load on Vix’s tray lightened, and she felt the collie’s soft paws on her breasts.

”About time, little hostess,” Owner said, her attempt at a bored tone undercut by the obvious lust in her voice. “I’ve already finished my drink, I need another one. But it doesn’t look like you’ll be able to tell the bartender what Owner needs, will you?”

Vix shook her head, her legs quivering. Was she going to get punished again already? For something that wasn’t even her fault? That was so unjust, why did she like it so much?

She was almost disappointed when Owner took the pad and pen out of the slot on her chastity belt, scribbling down her order and setting it on Vix’s tray. Now that she thought about it, it made sense that there was a standard procedure here for what to do with blindfolded and gagged hostesses. It probably happened all the time.

Owner turned her and gave her five quick spanks. “The bar is straight ahead, slut,” she said, nipping at Vix’s neck. “Just hand them the pad and they’ll take care of the rest. Think you can handle that without getting punished again, dummy?”

Vix nodded, but stars, she hoped she was wrong. Now that she’d gotten a few punishments from these ladies, all she wanted was more. It was addictive, and thanks to the belt, it was only going to get more delicious. There was nothing like playing a game she couldn’t win.

She set off, but on her way to the bar, four more groups stopped her to write orders on her pad. Vix whined, how was she meant to keep up with all of this?! She’d be getting shocked every minute! She didn’t know how she was supposed to find any of these guests again, let alone make sure their orders were right.

They left her no choice but to carry on. She made it to the bar and handed over her pad, hearing a chuckle from the bartender as she did so. That couldn’t possibly be good.

”Oh, you poor thing,” they said. “You’d better get to the kitchen, you don’t want to disappoint your guests!”

Vix whimpered. There was nobody to direct her this time! She thought of her mental map of the room, where she figured she was on the bar, and where she needed to go. She turned to her left and set off, praying she would reach her destination without too many shocks.

On her way there, she got two more orders to deliver. They probably had drinks too, with her luck. It was going to be impossible to get through all of this without punishment, wasn’t it? At least there was no chance of her getting the orders down incorrectly, right?

Much to Vix’s surprise, she found the kitchen relatively quickly. She cheered into the horsecock as Liza took her pad and giggled.

”Quite the busy little bee, aren’t you?” The goldie teased. “I’ll be sure to let you know when these are ready, cutie. I’d get back to the bar if I were you!”

Vix nodded and scampered off as best she could, the chain between her ankles clinking with every hurried step. This was tiring work! She was sweaty under all the leather on her head, and the shackles around her ankles were quite heavy indeed. She’d collapse into her cage at home when all this was over.

She didn’t quite make it back to the bar before her collar lit up with the three short bursts that meant she had an order ready to deliver. Vix sent a silent prayer up to the leather gods that her guests would see her wandering through the crowd and take their drinks, or she would be out of luck.

The foxgirl made it back to the bar, finding a heavy tray with uncountably many cocktails on it. She whined, carrying something this weighty and precarious while blindfolded was no easy task. Every step was slow and unsure, and she fought to keep the glasses balanced in place.

Unfortunately, it was a losing fight, and Vix knew it.

The tray tilted one degree too far, and all the glasses slid off and fell to the ground with a cascading series of crashes. Vix whimpered at each one. If looking a guest in the eye meant getting her blindfolded and silenced, she didn’t know what this would get her.

Somebody grabbed her by the foreleg and pulled her away from the mess. When Vix’s hobbled hind legs couldn’t keep up with her captor’s pace, they simply scooped her up and threw her over their shoulder, carrying her clear across the room. From what she could hear, there wasn’t even a break in the chatter. This must’ve been a common occurrence.

“Such a stupid little whitecollar,” the fur said, pinning Vix against a wall face-first and yanking her forelegs behind her back. “We don’t give you complex jobs. All you have to do is ferry food and drinks around. And you can’t even manage that without breaking fine glassware! Shameful. You know you must be punished.”

Vix nodded, unable and unwilling to act like she didn’t want this. Of course she wanted to do a good job and avoid the guests’ ire, but everybody knew why they were here. That horse hadn’t put this blindfold and gag on her to make it easy to do her job.

“Don’t worry whore, I’ll teach you what happens to hostesses who can’t be trusted to do their jobs properly,” her mysterious assailant said. “From everything you’re wearing, it’s obvious you need quite strict instruction indeed.”

They bent Vix’s forelegs up behind her back, forcing her into an uncomfortable reverse prayer. They kept going until her elbows were touching in the center of her back, and then they got to work binding her. Vix whimpered into her gag, but didn’t bother resisting. Surely that would only make her punishment worse.

The unseen fur slipped an armbinder around her pinioned forelegs, strapping it in place around her torso and locking it to her collar. She hoped it was the same white leather as everything else; it would be most unsightly for her not to match!

Of all the positions she had to be locked in, Vix lamented a reverse prayer. It put ungodly tension on every muscle in her shoulders and forelegs, already bad enough to ache. She did deserve it though; gods only knew how many glasses she broke. What happened to Vix wasn’t up to her, she ought to be grateful for the attention.

”That’s better,” the fur said. “But not quite ready yet. You won’t be able to do your one very simple job without forelegs, will you? We can’t allow that to happen.”

Vix heard a rustling sound behind her, and the other fur was quiet. The foxgirl stood still, savoring the pain she got from nothing but her bondage. It was the kind of intense ache that she knew wouldn’t harm her, but would remain with her for days after she was freed.

”Here we are,” they said, looping leather straps around her torso and shoulders. “We keep plenty of these lovely little rigs on hand for stupid sluts like you who can’t perform their tasks to our standards. We expect the best at Aria Manor, whitecollar. And if you can’t provide the best of your own accord, we’re happy to ensure that you do.”

At that moment, Vix’s collar lit up once again, delivering a long, painful shock that made her collapse. The fur behind her caught her, holding her up by her throat as she fastened the strange harness around her body.

”Ah, your guests’ food must be ready,” the other fur hissed, clearly enjoying this. “Spill that like you spilled all those drinks, and I can promise you’ll be sorry. Now hold still while I get this in place, I don’t care how much it hurts.”

Vix obeyed, her toes curling as she fought to stay still. She swore the shocks were worse this time, but that might’ve just been the endorphins from all of this unreasonable treatment. This was the most hellish heaven she’d ever experienced.

”That’s better,” the other fur said, stepping away from Vix to survey their work. “Since you were too disobedient to retain your sight, you now have a tray strapped to your chest. This is all you are now, little hostess. Nothing but a walking serving tray covered in white leather. Now get back to work, you don’t want to leave your guests hungry.”

Vix nodded and walked off, moaning like a whore. The pain in her forelegs was impossible to ignore, and impossible not to enjoy. She felt how wet her pussy was, and it was delicious to know she couldn’t do anything about it. Even if somebody was nice enough to remove her belt, she had no hope of stimulating it.

It took a good few minutes of stumbling around the ballroom through the massive shocks before Vix finally got back to the kitchen. Air whistled in and out of her nose, but she didn’t get a chance to rest. Liza loaded up her tray with a staggering amount of food, giggling about how cute Vix looked stripped of all her agency.

The foxgirl headed back into the ballroom, and the next few hours passed in a blur. She couldn’t tell what time it was, she had no way of knowing whose leather-clad bodies were rubbing up against her as she did her job as best she could.

Gosh, it was a good thing somebody strapped her tray to her body and got her troublesome forelegs out of the way. Since then, she hadn’t dropped anything, and the pad communicated her guests’ orders far better than she could. Vix was getting better at this, and the praise she got for completing orders was wonderful.

The whole time, her forelegs cried out in pain inside the leather binder, and Vix drank it in with bliss. She wished she knew who did this to her so that she could thank them with the slavish devotion they deserved. The foxgirl felt like she was walking on a cloud. She had no way of knowing who was getting off on her condition, and she loved it that way.

Even the shocks were comforting after long enough. They were confirmation that she was doing her job right, after all. Vix was being such a good hostess, getting all these shocks. Bouncing back and forth from the bar to the kitchen, the current as good as a bell summoning her to her assigned posts. Before long, she had the whole ballroom mapped out in her mind.

She could do this forever. But alas, the night did have to end at some point.

Owner came up behind Vix, removing the tray from its spot but leaving the rest of the leather in place. She trailed her forepaws up and down Vix’s bound body, snickering as she got to the reverse prayer.

”What a terrible predicament my pet has herself in,” Owner purred. “I’m delighted to be the one to inform you that you’ve been selected for a high honor, dearest!”

Two hulking furs snatched Vix up and carried her away, with Owner following right behind them. The foxgirl went obligingly limp in her captors’ arms, letting them carry her off to whatever this “high honor” might be. She remembered Handler saying something about what happened to a first-timer at the end of the night, but it was unclear under the haze of bliss this evening gave her.

From their grip, Vix could tell it was the same two tigers who dragged her inside and bound her up in Handler’s office. They felt comforting. She felt the incredible strength in their grip, but they weren’t using any more of it than necessary. It felt nice to be safe with such powerful women.

Vix felt them go up a small set of steps, and she realized that they must be taking her on stage. Thoughts of Handler’s words came back in a flash as the two tigresses set to wrapping her in an elaborate web of ropes.

Whoever gets their name drawn goes up on stage to get whipped in front of all of our guests.

”I hope you’re prepared, bitch,” Owner snarled in Vix’s ear as she quaked in her bonds. “I want to beat you loud enough for all these nice ladies to hear through that muzzle.”

Vix had been so lost in her duties that she forgot to look for other whitecollars! It was too late now; all she could see was the inside of her blindfold. Maybe there were some in the audience. Maybe they were quietly relieved it wasn’t them on the stage. Or maybe they were jealous of her for being the center of attention.

The tigresses’ ropework felt lovely against her fur. It was rough hemp rope, another note in the aria of pain conducted on Vix’s body. She wasn’t about to complain. Pain was attention, after all, and Vix loved attention.

Faster than Vix imagined, the tigers hooked her ropes into a pulley system and hauled her into the air. With how tightly restrained she already was, most of the rope was either for support or show. But they had been sure to pin her legs together so tight that she couldn’t pull them apart.

Somebody was talking now. Handler.

”Ladies, thank you all for another wonderful evening here at Aria Manor,” the wolf said. Vix could smell her cigar smoke, she was close. “Our lovely new hostess and her Owner would like to give us a demonstration of what the little slut can take. Would you like to see?”

The guests met Handler’s question with a roar of approval, and Vix swore she could hear the wolf’s grin. Her position meant that the only part of her body easily available for pain was her butt, and Handler confirmed that target by removing her chastity belt.

”You’ll get this back once you’re done suffering, slut,” Handler whispered. “But don’t worry, we won’t take off your blindfold first. You won’t have to see your pussy again for a whole month!”

Vix wailed into her gag, doing everything she could to break free and touch herself. But she was powerless, more powerless than she had ever been. And now a whole crowd of gorgeous women was going to watch her suffer for them.

It was torture. It was unfair, unreasonable, and unconscionable. And Vix couldn’t wait for it.

Without warning, Owner cracked a wooden paddle across her ass. Vix shook in her bonds and howled into her gag, delighted to find that no noise leaked out. She was going to have to feel true agony for her loving audience to hear her screams.

Owner was quiet as she did her work, entirely too focused on the task at hand to taunt Vix at all. The foxgirl was left alone with naught but sensations and the crowd of guests baying for her pain. She had no choice but to give them what they wanted.

Vix wouldn’t have it any other way.

The collie behind her was going at it with the paddle, pleasing cracks echoing through the ballroom. Every strike brought a fresh wave of sharp, stinging pain, and Vix drank it up greedily. When coupled with the pain of her armbinder and the hemp ropes biting into her flesh, it was more pain than most could stand.

And then her collar fired anew, giving the usual alert that food was ready. Oh no, she had an outstanding order from before! There was nothing she could do to get it, no way to alert Liza that she could turn off the collar. It was something else she simply had to accept.

The texture of each type of pain was a delight to appreciate in its own right. Her armbinder had cooled to a dull, yet persistent ache, her joints accepting its cruelty as a fact of their existence. The rope was rough and scratchy, providing what would hopefully be lasting abrasions on the tender flesh under her fur. The shocks were bright and brilliant, forcing her to tense her muscles and make everything else worse.

Owner’s pain was the most beautiful of them all, though. She’d moved on from a paddle to a heavy leather flogger with pointed tips, whipping it across Vix’s ass in a regular rhythm. Thanks to the paddle’s tenderizing, it hurt far more than such an implement normally would. Pain brought her blood to the surface, and Vix could feel her flesh reddening. Hopefully it would bruise before the night was out.

This was the service she was used to. Owner loved to hurt her foxgirl. It was rare for Vix to go two days without losing hours to an extended exploration of Owner’s sadism. Stress positions, beatings, whippings, spankings, electro stimulation, whatever she wanted. What luck that she got to experience them all at once for an adoring crowd!

”What a good little painslut!”

”I need to get you to take it like that, pet.”

”Me next? Pretty please?”

Owner didn’t stop. She only paused to switch out the flogger for a cane. That unlocked a whole new level of excruciating suffering. Vix could finally hear her screams through the muzzle as Owner got to work with it, moving swiftly up and down her ass. If she thought the pain from the paddle was sharp, it had nothing on this.

The sheer, concentrated brutality of a cane strike was enough to make Vix’s vision blurry at the best of times. But here and now, with so many other streams of suffering to worry about, the foxgirl wondered if she’d lose her mind. Owner seemed happy to break her forever with this kind of beating.

It was worse than anything she’d ever taken before. The collie was relentless; Vix could hear her panting as she took out every ounce of aggression she had on her property’s butt. The foxgirl curled her toes and howled uselessly, about the only freedom she had left in this position.

Finally, the caning came to an end, and Vix was left to swing in her bonds. She felt trickles of liquid run down her ass and legs; Owner had beaten her bloody. Oh stars, she’d be so proud of her. Maybe she’d even get to sleep in Owner’s bed tonight!

But she wasn’t being let down. The crowd still sounded eager. They weren’t done, somehow. There was still more to take that Vix had not yet given. She’d never gotten worse than a cane before, she was already bound in every way imaginable. She was even bleeding! What more could she surrender?

Vix heard the crack of a bullwhip, and suddenly it was very clear what she should surrender.

There was a brief, beautiful moment before the pain hit. When all Vix had was that wonderful, terrible sound and the knowledge that it would deliver unparalleled pain. Owner had never used a bullwhip on her before. Their dungeon at home simply wasn’t big enough to let such a beast out to play.

Then the pain hit, and Vix saw stars.

It was unlike anything she’d ever felt before. Vix screamed loud enough that everyone had to hear it. Tears poured down her cheeks, and she fought against her bonds in earnest. Handler wasn’t kidding when she said the raffle winner would be whipped. Really, actually whipped.

It was too much, it was far too much, Vix couldn’t take it. Unfortunately, she had no way of making it stop. Owner was moaning. The crowd was cheering. She would take that bullwhip until they were good and done with her, and there was nothing the foxgirl could do about it.

Owner cracked the whip across her ass twice more in quick succession, once on each cheek. She must have been practicing, Vix thought. That was remarkable precision with such an unwieldy tool. Of course, that thought dissolved in an ocean of suffering, especially as the collar lit up once again.

An electro collar on high was especially cruel, as it forced Vix to tense up before the whip hit her. That made the pain of its impact all the worse, digging deep into her brutalized flesh. More blood trailed down her legs, dripping onto the floor beneath the thrashing, begging fox.

”Ten more, bitch,” Owner said, panting hard. “Then you’re done. Can you do that for us, little hostess?”

Vix nodded. She didn’t know why. She should’ve said no, should’ve begged to be done. She didn’t know if she actually could take another ten strikes of that. But Owner told her to, and everybody clearly wanted her to.

So the foxgirl would take her ten strikes with joyful screams and a wet cunt, just as she was meant to.

One

Vix howled, thrashing against the ropes. The more she struggled, the more the hemp rubbed painfully against her raw flesh.

Two

She tried to pull in more air through her nose, but the intruder in her throat kept her breaths shallow and unfulfilling.

Three

Vix sobbed, crying harder than she ever had. Why her? Why her? Why her?

Four

She would give anything to make this stop, anything in the world. What possessed her to agree to this unbearable torture?

Five

Oh fuck, Vix had never been this wet in her life. She bet she could drown somebody trying to eat her out right now. Why did so much pain bring so much pleasure?

Six

Pain subsumed pleasure. Pleasure subsumed pain. Vix could barely remember which was which anymore. Was it possible to be so wet it hurt?

Seven

Ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow.

Eight

This was hell. It had to be hell. She must have died and now some unholy demon from the deepest abyss was torturing her, just as it would for the rest of time.

Nine

Vix felt a strange pressure deep in her pussy. No, that couldn't actually be happening, could it? She wasn’t about to cum from being whipped on stage in front of everyone without a single soul touching her pussy.

Right?

Ten

The bound foxgirl arched her back and let out the single loudest scream of her life as she came. Wave after wave of pure, painful pleasure crashed over her, squirting everywhere. The crowd was cheering. Owner and Handler were laughing. A chorus of praise rained down on her ears as Vix showed her gratitude.

It didn’t end. It wouldn’t stop. Vix had no way of knowing how long it lasted, she could only feel the overpowering bliss. The orgasm took hold of her, wringing her out like a wet towel. She was helpless to do anything but lay back and accept it, shaking in her restraints and screaming all the while.

Owner had finally stopped beating her, but she wasn’t being released. Not until she stopped cumming. And it just wouldn’t fucking end. Vix begged for it to cease, but there was nobody to hear her prayer. There was only the fox, her bondage, and the vise grip of pleasure that had her prisoner. There was nothing else in the world.

Vix couldn’t think. She had no control of her frantic, desperate struggles. She could only hang there and drown in pleasure. Vix had no idea how long it had been since Owner last let her cum; she hoped that the collie would wait this long again. This was a kind of agony she’d never felt before. It was like getting hit by lightning.

Finally, finally the waves of pleasure tapered off. The last bit of her juices dribbled out and ran down her legs, and Vix hung limp in her bonds. The collar mercifully stopped as well, and the tigresses got to work undoing her restraints.

True to her word, Handler put her right back in her new training belt before her blindfold came off.

”Let’s hear it for our newest hostess, everyone!” Handler roared. The guests heeded her call, cheering and whooping and hollering for the show Vix gave them.

The tigresses took her down from her suspension and worked her out of the elaborate web of ropes, then got to work on all of the leather. They were kind enough to take care of her forelegs first, which were feeling a fresh wave of agony now that she had cum.

Vix moaned as they carefully unfolded them and returned them to their natural resting place at her sides, massaging the rock-hard muscles back into relaxation. She didn’t know if she’d ever felt quite that much relief before.

That idea was quickly challenged when the tigresses removed her muzzle. Vix gasped as she took her first unobstructed breath in hours, which was promptly followed by a coughing fit.

”Easy there, pet,” Owner said, coming up behind Vix and cradling her head. “Don’t rush your lungs along, take slow breaths, okay? You’ve been through an awful lot tonight.”

Vix nodded and obeyed. It was easy, listening to Owner’s commands. After a whole evening of being pushed around by women who made her feel good but didn’t know her, it had been such a relief to be beaten so hard by a woman she trusted with her life.

She didn’t say anything, just taking slow breaths as ordered and sipping water through a straw pushed up to her lips. This was wonderful. Her ass stung badly, but Vix couldn’t care less. She’d never cum like that, and it was all from how she was treated tonight. She would give anything to feel that again.

The tigresses finally removed Vix’s blindfold, and she looked up into her Owner’s eyes and found the collie smiling back at her with pure adoration.

”Thank you, little one,” Owner said, giving the foxgirl a kiss on the forehead. “I’ve been working on my whip technique for the better part of a year now. I wanted to make sure it was perfect for you.”

”A year?” Vix croaked, her throat still dry and sore. “B-but you only found out about this place two months ago.”

Owner chuckled. “Honestly, pet,” she said, a malicious glint on her eye once again. “If you believe everything I tell you forever, you’re going to keep ending up in situations like this.”

Vix whimpered. It had been another one of Owner’s plans. Of course. Everything she did seemed to be another one of the beautiful, vicious collie’s traps.

”I’ve been coming to Aria Manor all year now, silly little slave,” Owner said, giving Vix a kiss. “I wanted to make sure it was the kind of place where I could bring you to serve. What do you think? Did I do a good job?”

Vix grinned and giggled, feeling her ass throb in pain beneath her new chastity belt. Handler stood above Owner, puffing on her cigar and smirking down at her new underling.

”Yes Owner,” Vix said, as eagerly as she could manage after her ordeal. “It was perfect.”

She couldn’t wait for next month.

END