MIT CH 1: The Whip
So over the past while I have been researching this place that holds a program called MIT (Master/Mistress in Training). I have to admit that the idea of signing up for one of their courses was well thought over... I decided against it though as I am looking for a new house and a job.
Maybe one day... I'll learn to be a 'proper' dom, but for now I'll stick to my fantastical and whimsical ways of a untrained and slowly learning young man.
THWACK!
"No, no, your form is all wrong."
The fox had to hold his tongue, if there was one thing he hated more than a brat who didn't know their place, it was a teacher telling him he did something wrong. "Then tell me Mistress Sarah, what is the proper form?"
"You know... you were the one who signed up for this. No one else made you come here and no one is barring the door from you leaving." She had picked up on the sarcastic tone the vulpine had made, the she wolfs lips peeled back in a smile as she watched the younger fox flick the whip forward again. "I think I see the problem, you're letting your wrist do all the work."
As she spoke she moved closer to the fox, his form visibly jumping as the wolf's breasts pressed against his back, her slim bodice pressing up behind him as her paw gripped around his own, the one that was holding the whip within it.
"Umm..." his lips parted to speak before she shushed him.
"Just let your body follow my movements." The words left her lips like a purr, all he could muster was a simple nod as she twisted at her waist, the gray tail swinging between her legs batting the foxes so he'd shift them apart. "Ready?" A quick nod was all she needed before her body was twisting straight once more, forcing his arm out straight as the whip continued on as if it were an extension of his arm. Just as the whip reached it's end She pulled her wrist back.
SNAP!
A muffled cry came out from the target, the she-wolf released the fox from her grip. "Now inspect the mark and the accuracy on the target.
He nodded, resisting the urge to push himself back into the females form. He approached the target, bending down behind it as he let his fingers trace over the new mark, a wicked smile creasing his lips as the target wiggled against his touch.
Standing the fox gripped the tail binder, unstrapping it to watch the white tail fall to cover its owners abused ass. He moved himself around the side of the target looking at the poodle, his hand gripping the gag and pulling it from her mouth, seeing the drool that was dribbling down her chin he questioned almost mockingly. "Did the bitch enjoy her treat?"
"Yes Master Lapier." She said between pants. The fox smirked as head this, placing the gag back in her maw. "Mistress Sarah, I think the slut-puppy needs some company from the dogs... You know... The ones you've been keeping blue balled for a month."
"Yes Master Lapier, I think she does... Maybe even the horse hmm?" Her smile grew wider as a glimmer shot through her eyes.
"Yes Mistress Sarah, I believe the horse is order." He knelt down beside the tied up poodle. "You'll love the horse, I hear they've been teasing him for a year straight with no cumming... You're his prize for being so good." With that he stood and walked towards the door, Mistress Sarah accompanying him out the exit.