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Fox Hunt 6 - 2012-1025.0130

Adult anthro characters, adult situations and language, nudity.

All text and situation (c)2012 Kevin Foxboy

The chain wasn't particularly heavy. It was enough to hold even a

strong man who wasn't a submissive, but it wasn't heavy enough for towing.

It was unusual that she'd unhitched the leather and just let it hang from

my throat.

My wrists were still cuffed and clipped behind my back, my ankles

still cuffed on a half-meter chain. You may be wondering how the heck I got

the fox suit on that way, and I was so busy admiring the long soft fur and

trembling at the expense I forgot to say that of course Mistress Roberta

chained my collar to the cart beforehand.

She simply unclipped my wrists to slip the fur on my arms then

reclipped them behind my back. She did my ankles when I stepped in the

suit. As I've said, I've signed a legal submission contract and agreed

to the role-play.

I had no interest in struggling against the chains or trying to

escape. An unwilling slave would have to be chained again before being

unclipped, and it'd be difficult for even a strong woman to control his

attempts to flee. He'd have to be heavily guarded.

I was easy to control, because I liked her fussing over me. I didn't

really need the second chain, as the leather would be enough to control me.

But I didn't want to insult her Dominance, and she'd had to hold me to clip

me.

Now that my Day-Mistress had me thoroughly chained, she told me to

keep my hands still as she clipped them to the chain. She wasn't about to

let my hands free, but she did reach around me, unclip my left cuff and bring

at around me to reclip it to the right cuff and release them from the chain.

My wrists were now clipped together in front of me. "Offer me your

leash, fox beast", She ordered. She's Dominant so I use the uppercase She. I

knew how to obey, and the wrist cuffs slid around as I placed my left wrist

over my right.

Since I'm right-handed, that meant my left was in the way of using

the dominant hand, and it was a subtle form of control over me. We both knew

what it meant, and I raised my wrists together slowly so I wasn't a threat.

I fumbled for the leather leash as I brought my hands up, bowed my head and

held my hands bound at the wrists over my head.

A true act of submission would have me unbound but holding my wrists

together as if they were. I stood there quietly, my head down and wrists up,

with the hand-loop of the leather leash dangling about a foot. She could just

take the leash, or slap me in the face if She wanted.

Mistress Roberta chuckled, enjoying my obedience. As I said, I agreed

to this, so She didn't have to have men beat me into submission so She could

enjoy my terror and forced weakness. She looped the leash clipped to my collar

through my wrist cuff clip, and pulled me to make me walk.

Mistress Roberta had me securely enough. I knew with tension on the

leash the clips wouldn't release, and She could safey unclip the cart's chain

to lead Her leashed fox away, down the path to a bench with a kneeling pad.

*

Mistress had a little time to enjoy me before my captors expected

their trophy. I didn't know what She'd want me to do for Her, as we were

outside and I had the fox suit She'd warned me to keep clean. There was

a pad beside the bench, and one in front.

The side pad was for a submissive to kneel out of his Domme's way

but closely available for her commands. I knew what the front one was for,

as I've licked Mistress Roberta before. As I've said, I'm a hetboy and I

was eager to lick a strong Domme at her command.

"You know what to do, beast," she said. I did, and I spoke submis-

sively. I prefer a direct command because I'm allowed to infer permission,

and I don't like to perform without it. I knelt on the far end of the pad

as if afraid to approach.

"May I indeed crawl to You and lick Your feet, Mistress?" I inquired.

As a submissive I should probably just call her Ma'am, but she'd taken advan-

tage of my chained nudity to clip my cuffs, leash my neck and stuff me in a

bondage cage, and I wanted to please Her.

Mistress Roberta accepted my offer. "Yes you may, Kevin", she chose

to use my role-play name instead of just beast. I've been called Spot as a

role-play dog, and sometimes Doormat.

"Yes, Mistress", I smiled. I was glad it wasn't like /Roots/ and I

was allowed to enjoy my submission. It may seem a bit strange that there was

a pad outside, but I've been on the outdoor detail that rolls them up at

night and unrolls them in the morning if it isn't raining.

Or going to, soon. We unroll in the early morning so Doms/mmes can

enjoy us, and if it rains in the aternoon we rush out and clear them. The

guests are probably unaware the thick hedges conceal gates to storage cabins.

At any rate, me on my knees with a pad keeping the expensive fox suit

clean. I liked the pads in the suit since the stone's hard. I was several feet

away from Mistress, to avoid breaking Her personal space, but at Her accept-

ance of my crawl and lick offer I started forward, quickly enough to obey

but slowly enough not to startle Her.

If you've never seen a submissive twenty-someodd guy on his knees

crawling to you, I suggest you get out more. Come on over to the Main Line

Hunt Club and buy a guest pass, then rent me. I'll show you how a boy obeys.

While still three feet away, I paused and ducked my head down to

the pad. Mistress Roberta made an accepting grunt, and I barely lifted my

head and low-crawled to Her. She uncrossed her feet and planted them firmly

in front of Her.

Part of a contract submissive's training is how to kneel, crawl, lick

and kiss the way the Dominants expect. You don't just rush up and do them, you

take your time to let them enjoy your skill and submission. You may have the

American gender bias and expect females to crawl, not males.

I like to kneel, crawl, lick and kiss. It feels good to relax and give

up my cares. The Dominant takes the responsibility, so it's not so relaxing

for them. They have to stay strong and in control. I just have to learn to

obey.

As I crawled up to Mistress Roberta, She took the time to unzip Her

boots for me. Perhaps She didn't trust me to hold Her feet while I removed

them. The boots I mean, not the feet. She washes of course so the scent

isn't unpleasant, just feminine.

I knew how her feet tasted. I started getting squishy-minded yet again

and that's why I love the lifestyle. I slowly approached Her stockings and

paused, my knees folded, my weight on my shins, my back flat with my clipped

hands under me. I wouldn't be using hands anyway.

I licked my lips and wet my tongue. I extended it and carefully

touched Her toes. My eyes closed as I tasted Her. I shuffled forward just

to let my tongue fully touch Her skin, then slid to Her right foot and licked

along the outer side, from Her toes to Her ankle in overlapping strokes.

I was lapping her, trying hard to be a canid. If you've never petted

someone's pet fox animal, there's a farm in Russia where they've been breeding

tamer and tamer foxes. Now their ears are floppy just like domestic dogs, and

they can be housebroken.

There is a bit of a wild animal smell to them, though.

*

After I lapped the outer side of Mistress Roberta's right foot, I

paused just long enough for Her to order me to continue. I slid to the inner

side of Her right foot, lapping from Her toes to Her ankle. She told me to

get on with it, so I didn't pause but went over to lap the inner side of Her

left foot, then the outer side.

I returned to Her toes and kissed. Sometimes She's allowed me to lick

Her toes and Her heels, but I was expected at the fourth aid station so She

gently snapped the leash up. "Your captors are going to demand your tongue

too, Kevin." She told me.

"Yes, Mistress," I replied softly. I knew quite well the things my

trainer HuntMaster Alfonse had told me. And I knew the men were frequently

rougher with a sub. They seem to feel they need to distance themselves from

our obsequiousness, but I've never felt Dominant.

It was time to go. Mistress Roberta put Her boots back on and let me

zip them with my teeth. I enjoyed the scent of Her ankle and shin. Then She

snapped me up and led me by the leash back to the bondage cage. She ordered

me in, and of course I obeyed.

As I backed my furry rump into the cage I wiggled my rump just for

fun and the furry fox tail swished. I barely felt it, and I wanted my rump

bare so I could enjoy the fur. I would have to beg my Day-Masters to remove

the fox suit and let me feel the tail.

But Mistress Roberta didn't close the cage door, which surprised

me. I was sub enough to stay quiet though, but whimpered like a dog and She

chuckled. She chose to explain, which was a bit odd. Perhaps She wanted me

mind-squishy and eager for the men to Dominate me.

"You're going to run some more, Foxie. Just stay on your hind paws

and keep the suit clean. The green path has no dirt trail, it's all grass.

And it has very gentle curves, it's effectively straight to the cabin.

"Now I'm going to blow a whistle, and you're going to leave the cage

and run. Your back paws have the half-meter chain, so take short quick steps.

Your front paws are clipped in front, so you can balance.

"On your furry mark. Get Set." She blew Her whistle, and I obeyed

Her order to hop out of the cage, off the cart, and start off downrange. I

walked to get the feel of the chain, began to jog, then trot, then run.

I was on my way back to Masters Rosen and Williams, and I would be

allowed to return the steel collar and chain leash.

*

As I ran down the green path, I was a bit surprised to see the cabin

already. I have a poor sense of direction, and I need a map to see geography,

so I prefer just running along a marked trail. I had to note the green flags

on the trees.

It had taken a lot longer to go from cabin to Lounge, but that was

on the double blue path circling around the Hunt Club property. In about ten

minutes I was starting to feel tired, but I pushed myself and arrived back

at the cabin.

Remember I'd run up to it and been shocked at the brace of horse at

the posts. The horses were still there, or maybe back again, and they knew

my scent. I avoided the traps placed on the double blue path and saw the

kneeling pad on the back steps.

I knew it was for submissives, so I went up the steps and knelt. I

still don't know how the masters knew I was caught earlier, but I did see

the thin wire from the pad. I know enough about pressure-sensitive mats to

realise my presence was anticipated and expected.

Master Williams appeared at the trail to the horse barn. "Well,

well, lookie what we have here. A kneeling foxieboy waiting to submit."

The tod suit I wore was air-brushed russet with red highlights. A vixen

would be a lot plainer, cause she had pheromones to make males come to her.

I ducked my head and took a chance. He hadn't said quiet, so I spoke

softly. "Greetings, Master." I kept my head down, since we both knew the game.

"Call me Joe, beast," he said to test me, and I reacted because a sub simply

does *not* use just a man's first name.

"*Sir* Joe, I am here as your submissive," I spoke formally. This

informed him I knew what I was there for. If he wanted to Dom me, he'd demand

the word Master, but he'd brushed that aside. "Stay, boy" came his order.

I wanted to crawl to him and beg to kiss his feet, but I didn't dare

get the fursuit dirty. I also wanted to amuse him with the suit's bigger

assets, but I had all day and night for that.

Besides, he was striding confidently up the trail and I can't keep

up on my knees. He'd told me to Stay, so I obeyed. My head was still down

on the pad, my rump in the air and the tail hanging quietly. Again I wished

it was real, so I could wag it like a dog.

I know I've called the man Master Williams up to now, because he'd

been rough and Dom with me earlier. I called Sir Edgar a master for the same

reason. It's never wrong for a submissive of any gender to use the more formal

titles of respect.

It wasn't all that unusual for a man to command that a sub call him

Sir. Perhaps Sir Williams had been busy with free person duties and was just

getting back to his sub, but I knew the man wasn't a stickler for the rough

role-play Master Rosen liked.

I'd be harder for me to call Master Rosen a Sir, but of course I'd

obey the man if he ordered it. It's rather irritating for a free man to keep

his voice gentle, because we sub/bes are aware of a Dominant's tone of voice.

We act just like animal dogs do, except we understand words, not just the

anger.

*

I like serving Sir Williams. He's not weak, not permissive, just

prefers relaxed subs. He's perfectly capable of slapping us hard enough to

knock us down. And frankly I rather like the Domination. It's a thin line

sometimes between enjoying a nice knockdown and seeming to lack submission.

I heard a deep laugh in front and above me, and cringed. I couldn't

think of any other response to Sir Rosen. He wasn't slapping me to Dominate

me, and I'm allowed to think the word Sir instead of Master.

"So I see foxie-boy is here for his captivity." It was not a question.

He bent down and called me a Good Boy, and I wanted to rub my fox snout on

his leg. But how was I to serve two men? I only have one tongue, and I don't

want it split.

Now recall that I still had the leather fox mask on, with the snout-

cuff that kept me from removing it. I was getting hot in there from the run-

ning, so I'm glad I didn't get the foxsuit head sweaty.

And I was there to return the snoutcuff, steel collar and leash

Master Rosen had put on me. I'd never tested to see if it was locked, because

I'm a sub. I'm trained and tamed, and I like showing it.

However, I also said there's a lot to being a trained sub under the

Safe Sane Consensual Guidelines to Adult BDSM Roleplay, and I've served men

on the floor and in the bed. Yes, two males together. You can go get upset now.

Master Rosen seemed rather relaxed now it was later in the day, and

he could see the sweat on my human face around the snout. He ordered me to

offer him my leash, and of course I obeyed as I could with my wrists short-

chained.

He seemed to enjoy taking the dangling hand-loop from my wrists, held

high above my ducked head as if bound. My neck, wrists and ankles were bound,

just not tightly, and Master snapped the leash so it pulled up on the collar

ring and I knew to stand.

Master Williams preceded me as I followed Master Rosen two steps

back and a step to his left. He only needed his left hand on my leash to

control me. The men walked past their horses and paused to pet them. They

were quite familiar with the scent of leather, on themselves and on submisives.

We went past the toolshed, and I knew very well what sort of fun they

had in there with us. I'll tell you about it later, ok? Tease, because a mild

pull on the leash kept me walking upright so I didn't dirty the fursuit.

I still don't know why Mistress Roberta put it on me. They could so

easily have just ordered me to put on the spare fox suit the valet had ready.

Or for that matter they didn't have to have Roger and Elaine wash me, they

could have just put the same suit back on me.

Maybe Masters didn't want me sweaty. More likely they wanted to clean

the fursuit and use it on another sub/be later. The suit I was running in

wasn't specific for gender. Remember it was really just furry arms and legs.

I'm told I get a silly grin on my face when I think about the tool-

shed. My grin was hidden by the snout, but I did walk a bit different. I'd

recovered my breath and submissively followed my leash to the barn.

My wrists were clipped in front so they stayed on as Master Rosen

snapped my leash down. I was glad the barn had clean straw on the floor

because I forgot to think. I simply obeyed the silent command and knelt

for work with my legs only slightly parted.

*

Master Williams chuckled and leaned toward Master Rosen. They both

chuckled and looked over at their sub on his knees. It took a few seconds

before it dawned on me they were pointing to my suit and not my kneeling.

I'm perfectly used to kneeling completely undressed for men. It never

bothered me even before my training. Maybe I'm an exhibitionist at heart, but

quite frankly I'm small down there and I don't really interest even the subbes.

What I had on today were the fake plastic testicles on the expensive

fursuit. They'd been partly hidden in fur while I walked, and I'd been kneeling

on the pad on the steps before so I don't think they really saw them before.

I giggled, because I was embarrassed to be the center of attention.

As I said, nobody cared about my human parts, and I'd been perfectly willing

to take the drugs that made me less interested in nude subbes. They hadn't

ordered me to speak, so I merely murred to acknowledge their glances.

I do believe the suit gave the men naughty ideas. They wanted to know

what else the suit had, as they'd seen how unfilled my g-string was earlier.

I smiled, which they couldn't see behind the snout, and ducked my head to

show I knew I wasn't supposed to speak with the snoutcuff.

Of course it'd be impolite even to beg for its removal. That would

imply a sub was allowed to have an opinion. Master Williams dug a key out

of his pocket, and even with my poor human sense of smell I became aware

of the doggy treats.

Master Rosen had led me to a convenient iron ring set in the barn

floor. As I knelt my knees went on each side, because I'm trained to kneel

to a floor ring. I was making myself available and Master Rosen held my leash

while Master Williams crouched down (no kneeling for Dominants) and clipped

my wrist chain to the ring.

I could still move my hands a few inches, but I was well-restrained

since I couldn't stand. The dog snout mask blocked some of my peripheral

vision, and I wondered why they bothered to be stealthy as they circled me.

I knew perfectly well I wasn't allowed to swivel my head and simply

watch them. So I was surprised when I heard the /snick/ of the snoutcuff

lock opening. Master Williams on my right whispered to keep my mouth shut,

so I just ducked my head to say "Yes, Master".

If you're offended by Dominant men doing naughty stuff to willing

submissive young men, skip ahead.

*

Anyone still reading, Hi there, I'm Kevin the Sub. On my knees in

the barn, I was loosely chained to the floor ring, and Masters were removing

the snoutcuff they'd put on me earlier that day. I think I said I'd started

to enjoy the weight and the excuse for not talking.

As Master Williams removed the cuff, Master Rosen gripped my snout

and pulled my head around. He lifted my snout to look directly in my eyes, and

as I'm submissive I couldn't meet his gaze. I had to whimper and look down.

I didn't dare move my head of course, not while he held it. I wanted

him to shove me down hard and step on me, even though I knew his boots were

muddy from wherever he'd been before riding back to the cabin. There was even

a submissive shudder when I thought it might not be mud here in the barn.

As I've said, I actually like some rough treatment. It's so very

relaxing after a hard day of pretending to be a peer in vanilla land, where

they make me wear clothes all the time and don't let me kneel.

Giggle, no nudity is such a sily rule! Even in the sports building at

college I was only allowed nudity in the men's locker room, and only to and

from the showers. Even then I had to carry a towel and wear it.

Just because I was looking at other sweaty nude men, measuring their

sizes and deciding if they deserved respect, that doesn't mean I wanted to

fondle them. Only with their direct command, because that gives me permission.

It's not a submissive's place to judge his Sirs or Masters. I'd obey

them even if they were small, like the horses do. Even John Holmes was smaller

than horses. I wonder if he kept ponies to compare to?

In case you didn't know, the Hunt Club owns real animals too. How else

could we sub/bes learn the right behaviour? Sure we knew how to kneel, but I

mean the ones role-playing Felids would learn catty things like sit on your

rump and lick your thigh.

I know cats and dogs are licking more sensitive places, but this isn't

a vet lesson, and we people doing role-play aren't that flexible. But even I

can lick my thigh a few inches above the knee, and pretend to go higher.

Which is what I very much wanted to do. Kneeling in the barn, I was

naked inside the fursuit, and I'd noticed the removable lining which protected

the expensive fake fur from my beast skin and sweat. I was grateful for the

knee and shin padding, and knelt with my foot extensions flat and pawpads up.

I've served both masters in the barn before, but that was in the old

fursuits or just the arm, leg and torso pieces. Or completely nude in just my

human skin. They were perfectly aware of my lack of size to fill a g-string.

Which is probably why a rather gentle kick in the rump told me to

spread my legs and kneel for their amusement. The suit testicles hung on the

straw in their furry scrotum, and I felt the weight disappear. My human cock

was held by the baculum in the sheath, and I was glad for the support.

*

Even if I'd been normal-sized, I'd feel afraid and be shrunken. I

wondered how many other males had worn this suit, and if they'd been big

enough to stay in the sheath without being held. It still smelled new, but

I knew I didn't deserve to be the first.

Masters Rosen and Williams pretended to be pleased by the plastic

size. Of course they were just being polite, but why? I'm a sub, and I'm

quite used to size insults. Most of them are just the truth anyway.

I had a strong urge to kneel before my masters completely naked and

displayed for their perusal. I wanted to admit my failings and take the whip.

I may not have said I really enjoy a nice rump-warming, because my glutes are

flabby and therefore pad my pelvis and hips.

Another wave of submissive pleasure shook my neck, down my back and

flanks, and my trapped rump. The fake tail wiggled and I wished I could make

it swish and wag. I needed to prove to these strong men that I was worth their

attention.

"Are you cold, Kevin?" inquired Master Williams. As I said, he was

less assertive, and I saw Master Rosen's glare, directed at me for daring

to move without permisssion. The direct question meant I was allowed to

speak, and my training and chained helplessness reminded me to speak only

the truth, and not waste their time.

"I'm not cold, Master, thank you. I'm not used to this suit, and I'm

afraid to dirty it."

"Is that why you're not wearing the head, you beast?" Master Rosen's voice

was less gentle.

"Mistress Roberta put the suit on me, and I wore your snoutcuff so she kept

the head, Master", I replied. I wasn't being dominated by her and I forgot to

emphasise the pronouns.

My Day-Masters let the fact pass by. "Tell me why you moved without my

order", Master Rosen said. I knew a sub takes that as an order.

"Please, Masters, this sub needs to prove he's worth your attention".

"You seemed a lot surer of yourself when you were chained naked in the

Trophy Room, Kev." Master Williams voice almost seemed caring.

I was quite aware that Master Williams has a more relaxed way of

dealing with us submissives. He even whips us relaxedly. A nice spank on

the rump, a spicy sting down the thigh. I'm going squishy just enjoying

remembering.

Master Rosen likes to treat us rougher, and I think I said I like

a little rough treatment, cause I can take it. I've often had a nice rosy

rump after a session with his whip, paddle, riding crop, baton, whatever.

In the suit I wouldn't be allowed to indulge, because it'd get dirty.

I apologised to Master Williams that I hadn't seen him, and he said I seemed

too easy as I went squishy. I said I'd lost the hunt, been captured.

*

"And the dog pack was taming you, weren't they, boy?" Master Rosen said.

"They roughed me up and rolled me over, Master, and made me feel tame".

"And you liked it a lot, didn't you, Kev?" Master Williams tagged in.

"Yes, especially when Alice sat on me and dominated me."

"Alice? The beagle bitch?" I wondered how much they'd seen. Laughter.

"Oh, we saw enough, beast. You liked being tamed and sat on, didn't you boy?"

"Alice forced this sub boy to erm, show his tameness..." I started to reply.

Master Williams grunted and toed my rump. I fell silent, as I was

trained. Without the snoutcuff I had only the leather snout to let me look

doggy, and as it was still the one I had as a fox it was a sexy pointy one.

I don't know how much you know about foxes. They're vulpines, and

together with canines the're canid. Foxes get pointy ears and skinny snouts

just made to fit men or women. I told you this is an adult story.

And of course i was trained to use the snout as well as my human lips

and tongue. I said how I kneel, crawl, lick and kiss; and I wanted to show

the men more of me. Where was a fursuit operator to wag and swish my tail,

and operate the sheath and baculum?

My human body was limp. I've admitted I can't really fill my rough

cloth g-string, and I bet you didn't know how males pad their naughties. I

suggest you go see exotic dancers and stuff dollar bills in there, feel for

yourself.

Master Williams gripped my leash and snapped me up. I knew to rock

forward on my knees, fold my real feet under me, and rock back, to come

smoothly to my feet. I'm quite used to the eighteen-inch long ankle hobble

and the four-inch wrist hobble. I often wear my cuffs under long jeans and

shirt in vanilla land, and I'll tell you some stories if you rent me.

I kept my head up so they could see if they wanted to control me,

but I cast my eyes down as a sub should. I let Master Rosen put a leather

muzzle on me, and I enjoyed the pretend need for control. Maybe I wasn't

a completely tamed foxboy, or they liked reins.

Perhaps it was time for this foxieboy to do some work. With my ankles

and wrists clipped I can even climb a ladder, if I can balance and grip one

side. Since this is a working estate, the barn is really used to store horse

feed, and I've gotten rather a giggle out of the two-legged beasts fetching

food for the four-legged ones.

What Master Rosen wanted me to do was fetch food for the horses that

were ridden earlier that day. I'd heard them while I was fox-running, and I

knew they should be walked to cool down instead of being put away wet. Giggle.

I know how it feels to be ridden and left tied down.

Anyway, if you were expecting just gay sex, you'll be dissappointed,

because this story is more about how submissive men and women are treated at

the Main Line Hunt Club, and there are things adults do besides sex. Maybe

next chapter, ok?

*

It's probably boring to hear about how to care for horses, especially

if it's not yours. If you've never ridden, there's a lot more to it than you

see in movies or cable TV horse shows. It's kinda like what goes on at car

races to keep the machines roaring around, except horses are alive.

Now, if by chance you've *been* ridden, please tell me about it. My

email's open and waiting. I mentioned ponyplay in passing a while ago, and I

dunno if y'all picked up on it. The barn has stalls for submissives to lie

around in, and troughs for us to drink from when we're being equine.

There're also leather harnesses, and I really think you should c'mon

over and see the mares and stallions stamp and pull carts. If you want, I'll

tell you about being broken to the harness, bridle and bit, and reins.

I'd fallen into an animal trap while fox-running, and been captured

by these men. We all knew it was SSCG role-play of course, and if I'd been

chicken and safeworded, they were on their honor to stop.

Which doesn't mean they have to remove all the cuffs, just stop

pulling on me and let me speak. Adults discuss whatever it was the sub/be

is upset about, and lots of times we just go slower and give the sub/be a

chance to relax and learn to enjoy it.

So I've had my limits pushed, which is how I found out I like the

rump-warming, and being held down and stepped on. I knew Master Rosen was

holding himself back because I'd just arrived at the barn, and I was a part-

time domestic servant before doing dog and now fox hunt duty.

I saw the rougher blackened chains hanging ominously from the rafters.

They weren't long enough to reach me standing on the floor, and I saw the

rough wood beam with the widely-spaced steel stud cuffs. I looked and saw

the other beam on the floor with its own stud cuffs.

I whimpered and shook. I still wasn't allowed to talk, because they

put the leather muzzle on my fake dog snout. Of course my human face was

unbound under it, and I could safeword if I was chicken. But I'd lose my

honor and any respect I'd built up.

Master Rosen saw where I was looking, but he just smiled overly

sweetly and turned to his partner. Master Williams knew it was time for

some serious Domination of their captive foxtoy. They also knew I wore a

new expensive Fox suit, and they didn't care if it got dirty.

But they didn't care to waste money on cleaning it. So they grabbed

my arms and marched me over to the low balance beam, where they proceeded to

drape me over it, pull my legs wide and clip my ankle cuffs to the legs on

one side, then spread my arms and clip my wrist cuffs on the other.

All I had to protect my otherwise naked rump was the fursuit. I was

acutely aware it was a one-piece, and they discovered the disappointing fact

immediately. There was no waist seam to separate and humiliate me.

And I would have to wait until they could get the suit off before

enjoying a sound spanking.