Every morning when I wake, I send a text to my Master.
She Plays at Being his Furry Submissive
Colleen: Every morning when I wake, I send a text to my Master.
Good morning Master. How may I serve you today?
Good morning Colleen. Take a shower and prepare yourself thoroughly. You’re expecting a delivery.
Thank you Master. I will be vigilant.
After I soap my body and wash my hair, I shave my legs and trim my thatch. Master’s message was to prepare thoroughly so I used my douche to cleanse my back passage. Now I’m ready for anything!
I am sipping coffee when I hear a van idling, followed by a rap on my door. There’s a parcel on my step. I pick it up so the driver can take a picture, then retreat inside. After I remove the outer packaging I open my laptop, simultaneously connecting with my Master. I know Joss will want to see my reaction to whatever he’s sent me.
Hello Colleen.
Hello Master, it’s here!
Excitedly I open a small package, and something furry falls out, making me squeal with surprise.
What? Oh cute fox ears!
They’re made of soft brown fur with white tips. I slip the headband over my hair and look into the camera, does he like what he sees?
Colleen, you look adorable, the little wild thing I always knew you were. Open the long box next.
I do as he instructs, my breath catching in my throat. A beautiful fox’s tail lies curled in the packaging around an anal plug. As I lift it out to show the camera, I feel the heft of the butt plug’s weight and admire the glittering metal stopper. My stomach is fluttering in anticipation of how it will feel inside me.
Joss’ eyes darken as I absorb the truth of the game he’s planned.
How do you feel?
Excited, nervous… wet.
It’s no exaggeration, my pussy is becoming slippery, lust pooling heavy and insistent, low in my belly.
Open the rest.
His voice takes on a commanding tone, which makes my toes curl and my heart pound.
I unwrap a collar, then a lead, holding them up to the webcam, and bite my lip.
Are you ready to play as my pet? Joss drawls.
Joss: I can tell she is nervous, we’ve only used soft anal toys previously, but she’s excited too. Last week I read her a bedtime story; she was captivated and turned on by the luxuriant pony’s tail the girl wore anally. I knew then that Colleen had to have one. A fox tail suits her playful, bratty personality better.
This is so naughty Master!
Colleen is coquettish, wriggling on the sofa. She can hardly wait to start.
Fetch some lube, a small vibrator, and a dildo.
She’s up already, eager to comply.
— and some nipple clamps. Don’t pout little one!
While she’s gone, I ready the “pet” playlist I’ve created. Colleen is back in front of the laptop, so I press play and the opening pulse of Goldfrapp’s track “Ooh La La La” swells.
Move for me. Dance as you strip off your knickers and bra!
With a giggle, Colleen complies. Stroking her body teasingly and swaying in front of the screen, she puts on a sexy show, like a burlesque dancer. She slips the straps of her bra off her shoulders but cups her breasts, unwilling to spill the soft flesh for my gaze too soon.
Good pet, make me want you.
Already my cock is straining against my jeans, I loosen the top button but keep my eyes on the foxy vision Colleen presents.
The next track is also Goldfrapp, and just as sexy. Their song, “Strict Machine” chosen to suit the mood — a percussive sound of whipping or slapping provides the beat.
Colleen hooks her thumb into the side of her panties. I’m eager for her to pull them off.
Colleen: My pussy is already slick.
Master knows how to push all my buttons, turning me into his wanton, dirty girl.
Wear the collar, I want to take my little fox for a walk!
My fingers are made clumsy by my excitement, it’s hard to fasten the buckle at the back. Master looks pleased with me in a collar. I still have butterflies but focus on snapping on the lead, which makes me calmer; I belong to Joss. I feel happy and safe because nothing says I belong to him like wearing his collar.
Crawl to me Colleen!
Joss: I watch her round backside sway and her breasts dangle. Time to lower my zipper, and release my cock from my jeans. It lies stiff against my stomach topped with a trail of precum.
You’re making me swell Colleen, look how hard.
I angle the webcam to show how her sexy attitude affects me. The little minx redoubles her efforts, swaying curvy hips she cups her breasts, and she pinches each nipple. She bites her lip because she knows it drives me crazy.
Who’s in charge little vixen?
You are Master, she replies, grasping the lead to pull on the collar as I would if I was there.
Get lubed up.
Colleen’s eyes widen, but she takes the steel anal plug and pumps clear fluid over it. I mirror her, using chilly lube to coat the swollen crown of my cock, smothering my foreskin and frenulum with the slick substance.
Turn around girl, so I can watch your hole stretch around the plug.
She blushes but obeys.
Colleen rubs and massages her anal whorl with slippery fingers, letting one dip inside in preparation. She’s trying so hard to please me, which makes my dick throb.
You look ready to me. Press on the plug.
I want to see my pet swinging her bushy tail!
Colleen : He’s stroking his thick shaft as he watches me, making me horny. I shudder and nudge the bullet-nosed plug against my anus and press. At first, my body resists, and I make myself relax, I do want this, not only to please Joss but to satisfy me. My ring stretches, the muscles of my anus giving suddenly, to accommodate the invasion of the butt plug.
Fuck, I want it… ohhh!
When my sphincter muscles flare, it’s as if my body grabs the plug and pulls it inside. I’m vaguely aware of “Black Cherry” by Goldfrapp playing. As the vocalist sings, my world narrows to the full but pleasurable sensations in my butt.
God, that’s intense.
I pant. It’s a shock how different this feels from a silicone plug: the chill of the metal bulb, how heavy it is, with no give in its shape. But it’s a glorious sensation to be so stretched, making a tremor of excitement run through me, to share this with my Master.
My little vixen, I’m proud. Let me see you swish that gorgeous tail.
Joss sounds excited. Looking over my shoulder, I watch him on the screen. I’m pulling the thick bush of fur triumphantly through my fingers.
Joss: She’s really into this now. When I order her to move onto all fours, she carries the lead between her teeth like a dog. She strikes poses for me to appreciate the tail, giggling because the thick fur tickles her legs and brushes her labia.
I wish I was in the room with her. Those cute little fox ears would fascinate me as she bobbed her head and swallowed my cock.
She turns her back to me, sashaying with the fox’s brush swinging from her pert backside. It’s a hot sight and I ache to take her and nail her, it’s been months since we’ve been able to fuck.
Pinch your nipples for me, my pet.
Obediently she grasps and rolls them with her fingers. Her face contorts delightfully, I imagine bolts of pleasure travel to the heat between her legs. I’m fisting my length slowly, languidly as I watch her nipples swell in response to her touches.
You know what comes next girl, apply those clamps!
Master, must I?
She always whines about nipple clamps. And I know they’re intense.
Yes — if you want to please me.
I give a stern look. She reaches out and fastens one to each nipple. They are connected by a chain that sways when she leans towards the camera for inspection.
Good girl — tug the chain.
Colleen: The clamps really bite and burn, but I feel so alive. Flames of desire lick at my pleasure points, consuming me with spreading heat. I’m his to command, his pleasure is my pleasure. My body’s awash with heady sensations of lust and stimulation.
Lie back Colleen. Use a vibrator to tease yourself, I want to see that pussy swell.
His instructions are my reward for enduring the clamps. I’m settling against the cushions of my sofa, acutely conscious of the pressure of the plug in my back passage. Moisture wells up from within as I trace the vibe around my succulent folds, it awakens every nerve ending. I look into Master’s eyes.
Joss is watching intently, his arm pumping: he handles his cock, watching me work myself up.
I bear down with my hips, imagining he’s here with me. Sometimes, if he is kneeling over me, I grind my wetness against his thigh, branding him with my juices. I’m always his dirty girl, who can’t get enough. Showing him that I’m always ready is my way of demonstrating how sexy he is. He gives me a thirst I can’t slake.
Pull the clamps, Colleen.
They bite, but it feels good. The burst of pain which flares out adds another layer of pleasure. I moan.
Enough! Remove them.
I barely notice the rough note in his voice, because it’s an intense sensation when they come off, when the blood courses back to my nipples. Almost too much. I groan and writhe my hips while rubbing at my tormented areolae. Because my head is rushing, I almost miss Joss’ command to discard the vibrator.
Use a dildo now Colleen. Slowly.
His voice seems a long way away. I grope for the glass dildo I selected earlier. He loves to watch me take its length. Today, with the heat that’s built between my legs, it feels like an icicle. I’m rubbing it along my slit, with no drag because I’m oozing liquid honey.
Penetrate yourself my pet.
Master’s tone brooks no argument, so I ease the glass column into my channel. Pressing inwards at a glacial pace, I savour the dual penetration. I’m feeling so full, so stimulated. I hear “Good girl,” and I’m elated.
Joss: What a vision of loveliness. Colleen is spread out for me, the fox tail curled around her naked buttocks. Between her parted thighs she slides a swirled glass into her depths, moving it like a well-oiled piston. Her pussy sheaths its length and when she gradually withdraws, it is coated with opaque fluid. The evidence of her lust.
Her pleasure, her submission are gifts she gives freely, but I never cease to be amazed by her passion. Her spirit is so primal, hence dressing as my little vixen was so appropriate.
Let yourself go Colleen, I want to watch you climax.
She needs no more urging, and picks up the pace of her thrusts immediately. The glass dildo glides in and out, one minute buried deep, the next withdrawn almost to the tip. She’s mimicking how she likes to be fucked.
My own sap is rising — a drawing, tingling sensation gathers from my extremities to my core.
Play with your tits, my vixen.
Colleen is in her own world, plucking her distended nipples and fucking herself, alternately shallow then deep strokes with the textured glass dildo. I’m urgently pursuing a crescendo of sensation. I’m a hound with the scent of fox in my nostrils, determined to bring down my prey.
Colleen pants, her hips bucking and torso tightening. Her chest has flushed a tell-tale rosy pink, her parted legs begin twitching to the rhythm of an orgasm which ripples through her.
I lose myself in an explosion of sensation, the little death as the French call it. My seed spills over my hand and wets my thighs as I watch Colleen writhe in similar ecstasy. As she squirms, the plug is expelled from her body. Her hand which holds the dildo stills and the other tenderly cups her breasts while waves of her pleasure swirl, then ebb away.
Colleen: I’m rendered speechless with the intensity of what I experienced. There’s a blanket I keep beside my sofa, which I pull over me. I’m limp and exhausted now my pleasure is satiated.
Wow Colleen — that was incredible!
The smiling face I love beams from my laptop screen. I wish Joss was here to spoon with, he gives great cuddles. But his work schedule means we cannot travel to see each other.
I gaze at him, gratefully. He gave me that pleasure — his commands, his plan of how to play, that’s what brought me to that climax.
Do you have your snacks there?
I have a routine when he can’t be here; a ready-made flask of sweet coffee and an oatmeal trek bar set within easy reach. Joss changes the playlist to tracks that are mellow and chilled, then reaches for his thermal mug of tea. We toast each other with our drinks, then I snuggle so the blanket is cosy around me, and we talk. Aftercare is as important as foreplay Master says, and I agree.
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Every morning when I wake, I send a text to my Master.
