My Vixen
Trying to get back into writing
When I come home from the office to my third floor, the door is not always locked up. Often, the key will just turn once and I know what might be in store for me.
"Good evening, sir."
The vixen curtsies her short dress for me. As on many evenings, she is ready to greet me right by the door. I don't have to tell her when I might arrive. She will wait for me, ready to greet me, take my bag and help me out of my coat.
I reach out to scritch under her chin, she smiles back at me. She is a petite girl, more than a head shorter than me. In accordance with my orders, she is wearing her short black dress at home. It makes a nice contrast to her white fur.
"Did you have a nice day?" she asks.
I shake my head. "Quite some stressful meetings." I give her a small signal with my hand, and she kneels down without any sign of hesitation.
I own her. She is a student at the university in town, and I took her in. She enjoys being submissive, and we found a common ground: She will live with me, and I will take care of her. And, at least until graduation, she is my property.
Being the well trained property she is, I only have to pet her head and nudge her gently towards my crotch. Her hands move up to undo my belt and open the zipper of my trousers. She pulls down the hem of my boxer shorts and I can feel her lips against my cock.
Her tail swishes left and right. While she tries to hide it, the little vixen is easily excited to serve her owner. I scritch behind her ears as she kisses and licks over my growing length. It does not take much of her attention this time to make me rock hard and ready for her mouth.
Gently I put my hand on her dark hair. She ties it into two pigtails, just as I prefer. My member glides into her warm, slick mouth. Often I let her take the lead on pleasing me with her mouth, but today I need to blow off some steam.
I've had her for a little over nine months now, and the arrangement has worked well for both of us so far. She gets a little pocket money, but otherwise I take care of her. My vixen only has to focus on two things: Her studies and my pleasure.
Her hands go down to rest on her thighs. She looks up to me. So very cute. She knows how I want to enjoy her this time, and she does not resist as I take over, pushing my hard member deeper and deeper into her muzzle.
The first months were nothing but oral training. I made a point of not giving her other entrances any attention until she was the perfect little cocksucker. And while she likes to act coy and tries to complain often, she took up to the training.
My length invades her fox muzzle and goes to the end of her maw, before I pull back a little. With one hand on the back of her head, I start to roll my hips, slowly at first, enjoying the slickness of her tongue against me. The tip of my member moves deeper inside on every thrust.
After two months of relentless training, she was able to take the full length of my cock, and a little bit later, she could do it without gagging. I enjoy it greatly when my dick goes all the way down into her throat.
As her wet nose bumps into my pubes, I feel a little breeze as she breathes in my male musk. The length retreats and then gets pushed back in. I don't hold back today. She clenches her hands into fists when I start to move hard, but otherwise does not move, not even squirm. A perfect little fucktoy.
I use her pigtails to hold her head in place while I thrust into her maw and throat. I can feel her around me, warm, moist and slick. With such a perfect tight hole to use, it does not take long until I'm ready to feed her.
With my hand on the back of her head, I press her nose into me, the full length of my cock as deep as it would go. With just a groan I shoot my load right in there, feeling her convulsing around me.
After my climax, I let her head go. By now, she does not even cough any more after such a treatment. She is quick to swallow down everything I give her, and not let my dick slip out of her muzzle before I'm done. No drop wasted.
"Thank you, sir," she says to me, with a smile. A little hoarse, for the moment.
To reward her, I wipe my cock clean on her face, make the fur slick with her saliva and my semen. I learned very early that the little vixen is an on-brand cum slut, as much as she tried to act the opposite.
Without another word, I take my shirt and trousers off and hand my boxer shorts on her ears. I was pent up all day long, but using my little vixen slut is a refreshing start in the evening.
While I take a shower, she puts my clothes into the laundry and sets out a new set for the evening, waiting patiently by the door. She knows I like to shower alone, unless I call her in.
As she dries me off, I quickly move my hand under her dress and between the legs. "Good girl, no underwear."
"All day, sir, as you told me."
I pull on the casual shirt and the shorts. "Is your homework done?"
"No, sir, only partly," she replies, reproachfully. "They handed out a lot today."
I can tell when she avoids my gaze. I move my fingers up to hook her collar. It is high quality gear, and very minimalist. Other owners might go in for dog collars with big tags that say "bitch" or "slut", but I opted for a nice pink pleather one. It has a strong D-ring in the front, an inset lock and a titanium core. It's waterproof and can be worn in public.
"Then why are you standing here, girl?" I ask, pulling the collar by the ring, her face up to mine. "Do you want to spend the weekend tied to the chair again?"
I watch her bite her lower lip, then shake her head. I let her collar go and give her a swat on her petite bottom.
"Off with that," I tell her and pull the dress off her body. As per my orders, she was wearing nothing underneath. The little vixen is short, but cute. Small hips and tits that are just large enough to fit in my hand.
She moans under her breath as I cup and squeeze one of them, but then just swat her bottom again. "There. No distractions. You will present the results before bedtime."
My vixen nods and quickly walks out of the bathroom. She has her own bedroom, the original spare room. It's the smallest in the apartment, and it would have been my gaming room, after my bedroom, the office room and the big living room. Now she has her bed and a small study in there - and a space to retreat.
Tying my little vixen to the chair was not an empty threat. In the second month, she tried to get around a major project for class. And since I always expect her to present me with her homework, to check it, it did not take me long to find out. Her study chair now has a few D-rings I can fit a chain through. She spent that weekend naked chained to her chair and desk, working on the project, while I checked on her every hour at least, made sure she was hydrated and had some snacks.
I make sure she has what she needs, which is attention and discipline. I noticed very early that her kink for being controlled stems from a desire to get a structure into her life. While she surely hated me for being a strict owner, me keeping her on my leash did wonders for her grades.
Briefly I peek into her room, of course to get a glimpse of her naked form. "So, do I need to get the chain?"
"Not necessary, sir," she replies quickly.
"Good girl."
While she works on her assignments, I sit down on the sofa and switch on the telly. I was looking forward to some Netflix and chill with my property, but she will not get any play time until all her tasks are done.
It is way past dark outside when she approaches me and hands me her laptop. I indicate the spot by my feet, and she kneels obediently. I pet her head and check her homework. Her tail tucks under her bottom whenever I give her a sharp look. She knows what might happen if it's not good enough.
After reading through the work, I fold her laptop down. "You will work through six and eight again."
She nods and is about to get up, but I put my hand on her head.
"Tomorrow morning, before you make breakfast," I say and move a hand down to her chest again. "I want to play with my toy again."
Her tail swishes left and right when I hand the laptop back to her, and watch her naked form disappear for a moment. The TV is switched off and I walk over to the balcony. There are many ways to enjoy a toy vixen.
She knows how easily visible we are in the balcony, but after months of training, she will not argue with me any more. Completely naked except for her collar, the vixen walks up to present herself while I lean on the banister.
"Trying to hide your homework is not what a good girl does," I rumble at her. "You know the rules and priorities." I reach out to move my hand down her back and to the base of her tail. After giving her plump bottom a little squeeze, I have decided her fate. "You will fetch a plug, colour is your choice." I smack the bottom cheek before letting her scurry into the flat.
She returns with a glass plug, featuring a big red gem at the base, visible against her fur. She kneels down and lifts her arms to offer it to me. I take the toy and press it against her lips.
The vixen opens her mouth and starts licking over the toy. She knows bad girls don't get lube, so she is eager to make the toy slick and moist with her maw.
"That's enough. Up and against the banister."
My apartment's balcony is a nicely large, perfect lounge in the summer evenings. Even when it's a bit more chilly, it's still a nice place to play with my vixen. She knows the neighbours of the opposite house can see her clearly.
She gets from her kneeling position and leans on the banister, her arse up, legs straight and apart for easy access. Her tail is hoisted up, but still wagging a bit. Her wet folds are entirely exposed to me, while her naked upper body is visible through the glass of the banisters. Her tits are too small to really sag or bounce, but that makes it all the more cute.
Her breathing turns heavy when I start to rub her folds with the tip of the glass toy, then move up to circle it around her tail hole. This is where the current training is focused on, soon she will be a perfect fit on every entrance.
The vixen gasps but does not try to retreat when the tip of the toy starts to press against the center of the ring. Very slowly it opens her up as I turn and twist it to tease her. Her hands clench on the metal grip while the ring is spread further and further.
She lets out a cry audible in the street when the widest part of the glass toy slips into her. Her tail ring quickly closes around it and I wiggle and twist the toy to check it is firmly in place.
"You may ask tomorrow evening if it can be removed, no sooner."
"Th-thank you, sir," she whispers, knowing she got off lightly this time. She tries to get up from her position, but I set a hand on her back and press her down.
"Oh no, my little slut, we're not done here."
Because only the most stoic cock would not be trying to break free of its containment when a petite vixen with a moist slit presented herself like this. As she settles back into position, I'm already slipping my shorts down to get my half-erect penis out.
Stroking over her back and tail with one hand, the other guides the tip of my cock rubbing over her glistening folds. She used to act coy, but I know her by now to be a textbook slut. Our arrangement allows me to use her body in any way I want, whenever I want, no limits except for the safeword.
She gasps cutely as my member spreads her folds and makes its way inside. I can tell she has been ready for this all day, not only since I came home. Hoping I would take her before she had to do the homework.
With both hands gripping on her hips, I go right in, enjoying my vixen with quick, hard thrusts. She is my property, and my own pleasure is much more important than hers. But I know she enjoys being used like this. She is a perfect petite cocksleeve, tight, warm and slick.
My vixen's hands clenched around the banisters and her moans audible in the streets, I just take my time enjoying her insides, speeding up and slowing down as I please. One of my hands slips down to her stomach, then between her legs. Long and throw thrusts accompany my slick index finger rubbing over her swollen clit.
"M-master," I hear her moan out. "S-sir, please... p-please, may... m-may this slut... m-may this slut cum." I'm not the only one pent up.
I just smirk and not respond, just to toy a little more with her. She is no stranger to total orgasm denial. Luckily, I have managed to train any climax without permission out of her. And there were weeks without a single climax for this little slut.
After playing around with her bits for a while, one hand on her clit, the other cupping and toying with her breast, I move over to short, hard thrusts. There's only so much a man can take. My groins slap into her bottom cheeks.
"P-please, sir, th-this slut... needs to..."
A few more hard thrusts later, I grunt and rumble. "The slut may cum."
I finished with just one last push, I put my full length into her tunnel. She moans hard as my cock twitches and unloads deep inside her, the little vixen shivering under my touch.
We pant together for a moment, my hands running over her petite body. A perfect sex toy, obedient, trained and all to eager to please. I wave to a neighbour from the other house as my cock slides out.
The vixen immediately slides down to a kneeling position, panting and looking up before she starts to clean my softening cock up with her tongue. She laps up the semen and her own juices with every sign of enjoyment.
"Hm, that is your second climax this week, slut. I spoil you."
She looks up to me. "You're very generous, sir."
I just laugh and pet her head as I slip my cock back into my shorts. "You better go to bed. You have to be up early tomorrow."
She bites her lower lip and then nods. The vixen gets up, tail wagging.
I lean against the banister of my balcony, watching her leave. Her hips sway left and right, some of my semen running down her inner thighs. I did not allow her to clean up, I like the thought of her wearing my decoration for the night.
So I watch my little vixen toy leave for the night, tail wagging.
Maybe I should get a second one.