My Tiny Little World

© 2003 Nameless

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What do you need to know about me? My name is Wallace, but my mistress calls me Lacy. That name drives me absolutely crazy, I would kill anyone else who used it. Which is why she uses it, I guess. I'm a wolfhound, mostly wolf but with some other canine and vulpine blood in my family. My fur is dark brown, almost black, only my muzzle and my feet and paws are dark red. My headfur is even darker than my bodyfur. I'm a slave, a bonded slave, not an owned slave.

My mistress is Anastasia Whitepaws, the famous psychologist. Nasti to her friends. She gets a kick out of having me call her that, on the occasions when I am allowed to address her by name. She is stunningly beautiful, whimsical, fun to be around and quite often a little cruel, sometimes more than a little. She is, quite naturally, a cat. And I love her dearly.

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Monday, early afternoon:

The chime that announces her imminent arrival sounds softly. I quickly save the file I am working on and hurry to the entrance hall. I wear my collar and, since hearing the of her return, if that counts, the beginning of an erection, nothing else. I kneel, my legs spread, torso straight and my eyes lowered, looking at the floor. I wait for her, not moving. Except for my tail, that is, I just cannot stop it from wagging happily, whenever I think about my mistress. She tried to train me to hold it still for the better part of a year, but finally she had to give up. Unless I really concentrate on it, my tail just refuses to stop wagging as long as I think about her. She has come to enjoy it, especially since it gives her a reason to punish me, whenever she feels the need for one.

Finally the door opens and she walks in. Her soft paws make no sound as she walks up to me.

"Good day, Mistress."

"Hello, Lacy! Happy to see me."

"Yes, Mistress."

"Oh, my feet are tired. I need to relax a little. Carry me."

"Yes, Mistress." I pick her up easily and walk off in the direction of the living room "Where to, Mistress?"

"The couch."

I nearly drop her when she suddenly relaxes her body completely, the way only a feline can. She grins in pleasure as my paws shift along her body, fighting not to drop her. Enjoying herself, she starts purring softly. My tail suddenly wags faster, I love nothing more than to make her purr.

When I finally set her down on the couch, she commands "Get me a glass of iced juice."

"Yes, Mistress." I say, and start to turn around. And stop suddenly when her paw grabs my manhood, her claws suddenly fully extended.

"You are happy to see me, slave, aren't you?"

"Yes, Mistress." I say, careful not to move. "You would not believe me if I said otherwise, would you, Mistress?"

She laughs "No." then she releases me "Off you go." and sends me on my way with a slap on my backside. I can feel her gaze follow me as I walk to the kitchen.

She accepts the offered glass and takes a deep drink, then she closes her eyes and lifts one foot. "My feet hurt, Lacy."

Knowing what she wants, I kneel in front of her. I take her foot and massage it, alternating between kneading it with my fingers, licking and kissing it. She sighs in pleasure. Her purring is clearly audible now and I can even feel it when I touch my nose to her foot. After some time I switch to her other foot.

"Paws behind your back." She looks at me lazily, her eyes almost closed. "I'm itching, Lacy."

Grinning now, I ask "The same spot again, Mistress?" as I scoot closer, still on my knees.

"Yes, it seems I just can't get rid of that pesky itch."

"Not that I expected you to." I think as I slide my muzzle along her thigh and under her dress. She does not wear panties, never has, as far as I know. I don't know why she has a drawer full of them, I have yet to see her wear a single one of them. Her "itch" is already slightly damp and I feel a shiver run through her when my cold nose touches her. A few moments later I can feel her purring through my tongue as I do my best to scratch her itch.

When her itch is finally scratched to her satisfaction and my muzzle fur drips with her juices, she commands "Stand up."

I have to struggle a little to stand up, my head spins a little after kneeling and inhaling intoxicating scent of my mistress for so long.

She considers me for some time before she speaks, licking her lips sensually. She has quite a bit to look at, I am this close to bursting, even without any tactile stimulation. "I have a present for you, Lacy."

"Thank you, Mistress."

"But it's still at the store. You'll have to fetch it. The receipt chit is in the aircar."

"Yes, Mistress." I wait a few moments for further orders from her.

She stretches and comments "I need a nap." curls up and closes her eyes, completely ignoring me, now that she has given me a command.

"Sleep well, Mistress." I say, turn around and head for the aircar. Since she has not given me leave to wash myself or put on any clothes, I have to go the way I am now. Sometimes she likes to humiliate me like that. If possible, my cock grows even harder.

I slide the chit into the car's computer and lean back as the autopilot engages and backs the car out of the garage.

When the car settles down in the parking lot, I check the address of the shop where I am to pick up my present. I almost smile when I see that I will have to cross the city park to get there, even though there is another parking lot, practically next door to the shop. "Typically Nasti." I think, grab the chit and leave the aircar.

I turn quite a few eyes and noses as I walk across the park. The occasional snickers, giggles and catcalls make sure the skin on my muzzle is almost the same dark red as the fur.

Then a gaggle of teenage femmes on roller blades notice me. Their clothes are barely decent for a free fur, the tops so tight, their nipples are visible, the jeans are cut off barely below the crotch. They circle me, barely out of my reach. As per standing command of my mistress I have to keep my paws at my side, not hiding anything. And I am not allowed to react to any taunts. They giggle, pointing at my very prominently erect member and lick their lips. My muzzle grows hotter and hotter. Then one of them, a rabbit doe, drives past behind me and, grabbing my tail, swings around me. She does not pull painfully hard, but she surprises me badly. She surprises me even more when her paw gives my member a quick squeeze before she flees out of my reach. She licks her paw, slowly and deliberately, laughing and smacking her lips. I am really glad when they finally speed off.

The air in the shop is pleasantly cool. A bit too cool to stay here long dressed the way I am, but pleasant after the heat outside. The name of the shop, "Gadgets and Trinkets", does not give me any clue as to what my present is. I have not been here before, but I know of it. They specialize in obtaining hard-to-find items for wealthy customers. I don't think they bother with anything that is not at least in the five-digit credits price range. As far as I know, they don't trade in anything illegal, they just find and obtain very rare items. Sometimes they also search for a fur who can craft the required items or perform some special service for a rich customer.

I walk up to the middle aged skunk femme at the desk. Her eyes are busy watching me, but she is not making eye contact. I paw her the chit which she takes almost absent-mindedly and say "I am here to pick up a parcel, Mistress."

She pops the chit into a slot on her computer and after a few moments turns her attention to the screen. "It will take a few minutes to fetch it from storage. Make yourself comfortable, Sir." she grins as she says that and points at the carpet.

"Yes, Mistress." I say and kneel there. As I wait, I feel her eyes on me. The phrase "She undressed me with her looks" would not be really accurate, mainly because I am not wearing anything anyway. Maybe one could say "She shaved me with her looks".

A few minutes another fur comes in and brings the parcel. They talk for a few minutes, mostly about me. The heat waves above my muzzle and ears should be clearly visible to them. The skunk says "Come here."

"Yes, Mistress." I say and get up to stand in front of the table. The other femme is an otter, a bit younger than the skunk.

She points at a small scanner "We will need a thumbprint to verify your identity."

"Yes, Mistress." I say and place my thumb on the device.

After a few seconds a click confirms my identity and the skunk femme pops the chit out and paws it to me "There you go, Sir. Have fun."

"Thank you, Mistress. Good bye." I pick up the parcel and turn to leave. The femmes appreciative whistles accompany me out of the shop.

The parcel is not large or heavy. Whatever it is, it weights no more than a kilogram. The gift-wrapping does not give me any clue to the contents. "That's my Mistress." I think "I'm pretty sure I'll like what is in it, but she'll let me wonder as long as possible. Or, at least I'll enjoy what she does to me with it." The walk back to the car is marginally less humiliating than it was in the other direction. I walk a little faster, eager to get home and find out what my mistress bought for me.

# # #

I pad into the living room as quietly as possible, so as not to wake my mistress. She is sleeping on the couch, or at least pretending to sleep. She has gotten rid of her clothes while I was away. Her breathing is regular and there is a contented smile on her lips. I am quite sure she is awake, but I can't really tell, and in any way I have to play along and behave as if she was asleep. I watch her for a few moments then I set the present down on the coffee table and kneel next to the couch. I cross my wrists behind my back and rest my muzzle on the couch, my nose less than an inch from her pussy. I close my eyes and wait for her to wake up, as per her orders. My tail wags happily as my nose is filled by her sweet scent.

A few minutes later she stretches suddenly, gently pressing her sex against my nose. She murmurs sleepily "That itch is driving me nuts."

I have to suppress a snicker and obediently start lapping at her, doing my best to scratch her itch with my tongue.

After a short while she stops me "Stop, Lacy."

I turn to her "Yes, Mistress?"

"My head hurts." She says and rubs her skull.

"Let me have a look, Mistress." When she gives me a smile, I scoot closer. Kissing and licking her head, I examine her. "There is a scar behind your ear, Mistress!"

"Oh." She says, apparently surprised.

"It looks well healed and old. But I can't remember ever seeing it before, Mistress. Did something happen to you?"

"No, not that I remember." She looks at me wide-eyed and innocent. I'm almost sure she is lying, but I could never tell from looking at her. "Note to self: Don't ever play poker against her." I think, smiling.

"Thank you, Lacy. The pain is much better now." She kisses my nose and asks "Why don't you take the wrapping off your present?"

"I'll be glad to, Mistress." I say and hop to it, my tail wagging excitedly. The box inside is completely nondescript however and does not give any clues as to the contents. I look at her, but she is only smiling mysteriously, enjoying my unsatisfied curiosity. She has not given me permission to open the box itself.

After a few moments she closes her eyes and comments "I'd like a cup of coffee, Lacy."

"Yes, Mistress." I say, put down the box and head for the kitchen.

"You can have some tea as well." She calls after me.

"Thank you, Mistress."

I set the table, we have cakes, there is coffee for my mistress and tea for me. She comes back into the room wearing a T-shirt, only a T-shirt that is and sits down at the table

I pour our drinks and she says "Thank you, Wallace."

"My pleasure, Nasti." When she uses my full name, it is the signal for me to switch from "slave" to "boyfriend".

"So, how was your day?"

"Pretty good so far. I got the job from Allied Chemical."

"Great." She purses her lips "What is your schedule now, do you have any free time in the next few days?"

"Hmmm, I have to send them the detailed schedule and a preliminary layout on Friday. I should be able to finish it in a couple of hours. There's nothing else I absolutely have to finish this week. I have a meeting with Allied on Tuesday. And I have two small jobs that I have to deliver until the end of next week. I guess I can afford not to do any work for nearly a week if I put in some serious overtime next week. Did you have any special plans, Dear?"

Her eyes flicked to the box on the coffee table. "Hmmm, a have an idea or two on some things we might do together. I took the rest of the week off, by the way." She grins evilly.

"You know, you are really making me curious." I give her my best suffering look "Let me guess ... you want to try out the present you bought for me, don't you?"

"Yes, Love."

"And we'll need that much time?"

"'Need' is not quite the word, but I think we'll be able to keep from getting bored."

"A whole week?" I give her a toothy grin "That has to be quite something to keep us tied up for a whole week."

She laughs, but does not answer, she just smiles mysteriously.

I try to think about what could be in the box, but I come up empty. Well, there are a few possibilities, but nothing that really fits. I shake my head in irritation "What's in the box?!"

"You may unpack it when we are finished with coffee."

Sure enough she takes her time. As pleasant as chatting with her is, I get more and more impatient as time goes on. She sips her coffee slowly, glancing at the box every so often, smiling mysteriously. I can see she is enjoying every second. Finally she puts her cup down, sighs in pleasure and leans back, indicating that she is finished. I pick up the dishes and carry them to the kitchen.

When I return, she sits in the couch. Smiling at me, she points at the floor in front of her and commands " Kneel!"

"Yes, Mistress." I say and obey.

She considers me for a few moments, licking her lips, then she places the box on her thighs "You may open your present now, Lacy."

"Thank you, Mistress." I examine the box and use my claws to cut open the tape. I look at my mistress again, waiting for her nod before I open the box. It contains a metal collar and an electrode-studded headband. I look at the items in confusion for a few moments before the significance sinks in " No! You did not ..."

She smiles at me "Yes."

"A Neuroconnect collar? Holy cow! These things are bloody expensive!"

She smiles, examining her claws "Moderately expensive. Watch your language, slave."

"I'm sorry, Mistress. But ... it costs ... what? A million?" I am doing very well working as a freelance computer specialist, but I'd have to work for several years to make that much. "Wow! You spent that much money on me? ... Mistress?"

"Yes. I'm quite sure you are worth it." She grins "But I'll make you earn every cent, don't you worry, pet."

I look at the collar in fascination. "Holy cow!"

"Do you have any idea what I can do with it?" She asks, grinning widely now. "I think you do." She says, looking at my now very prominently erect member.

With it, she could control me almost totally. Change what I feel, hear and see. Take over control of my limbs, just about anything but the basic vital functions. The idea of her having that much control over me scares me. And excites me more than anything I have ever felt before.

"Do you like your present, Lacy?"

It takes me some time before I can breathe out an answer "Yes, Mistress."

She picks up her PDA that she had hidden in the folds of the couch and holds it out to me, obviously recording this. "Do you understand what this means for you? What I can do to you with this Neuroconnect collar?"

"Yes, Mistress. You can control my movements, control my senses, control me totally."

"Wallace Schafer, do you freely accept this collar?"

I take several deep breaths to steady my trembling paw, then I place my thumb on the PDA and wait for it to indicate that it has identified me "Anastasia Whitepaws I accept this collar of my free will, in the full knowledge what it can do to me." I remove my paw and bow my head "Please, Mistress."

She puts the PDA away and unlocks the collar I am wearing, the steel collar I have been wearing for some time now. She holds the new collar in front of my face.

I lean forward and kiss the collar and the paws holding it "Please, Mistress. I beg you to put your collar on me."

She opens the collar and puts it around my neck. After another "Please, Mistress." she closes it.

The 'click' as the lock engages sounds like thunder in my ears. After a few seconds another question comes to my mind "Mistress?"

"Yes, Lacy?"

I looked at her "Where is the remote control?"

She looks at me and grins. "Hmmm, if you figure it out, I'll give you a reward. To give you a small tip, I have it ready for use. And you won't ever have to think about stealing it, you won't be able to." Her grin turns decidedly evil as she licks her lips in anticipation.

For a minute I am at a complete loss "She could have added the function to her PDA." Then it hits me "The scar behind her ear!" My eyes widen " You got an implant?!?" That must have been at least as expensive as the collar.

My mistress winks at me, picks up her glass and drains it. Then she says "Don't make a mess, pet." and begins to stroke the glass with her paw.

And I feel her paw stroking my member. But a thousand times more intense than normally. On the third stroke I erupt, shooting my seed straight into her face.

She is totally surprised, the look on her face is absolutely priceless, her eyes wide with shock, my seed dripping down her muzzle. Then we both break out in giggles that quickly descend into helpless laughter. Later, when she has her breath back she says "I think I'll have to reduce the feedback a bit. Maybe you'd better do the calibration before we do anything else."

I look at her innocently "You didn't see that one cumming, did you? Mistress?"

She looks at me with (mock) anger in her eyes, growls and shouts " You!" but then she can't contain her laughter any longer.

When we finally get our breath back, she commands "Clean up the mess you made, slave!"

"Yes, Mistress." I stand up and spend the next few minutes washing her face with my tongue.

"That pun was horrible. Bad doggie!"

I get down on all four and look at her, my tail between my legs.

"Fetch my cane, doggie!" She commands.

I set out, on all four to fetch it from our playing room. A minute later I return, carrying it in my muzzle and drop it in her lap.

"Turn around." She commands, and when I have done so, she slaps my ass several times. More teasingly, not hard enough to really hurt me.

She makes a short pause, then my ass suddenly explodes in pain, much more intense than anything I have ever felt before. Shocked, I jump forward, howling loudly and collapse, whimpering in pain. Tears are streaming down my muzzle.

A few moments gently arms encircle me and my mistress kisses my head and asks "Lacy, are you all right?"

It takes me a while to get my sobbing under control. At least the induced pain fades quickly. "I'm going to be all right in a minute."

"I'm sorry, Lacy. I just wanted to test the collar, not hurt you that badly. How bad was it?" Her voice is full of concern.

"It was the most horrible pain I ever felt, Mistress. I think if you whipped me with red hot barbed wire it would not hurt that much."

"Ouch! I'm sorry."

A few moments later the pain has faded away and I kiss her back "It's all right, Mistress."

"Now it's really time to do the calibration. Put on the headband and lie down on the couch."

"Yes, Mistress."

She activates the calibration mode. My memory of what happens in the next hour is a little hazy. The collar stimulates my nerves with every different kind of sensation. One moment I feel as if I am in a furnace, the next moment I am in a snowstorm, then unseen lips kiss me all over my body. A moment later I would have cried out in pain if the collar had not inhibited my vocal chords because I feel as if my whole body is whipped to shreds. All in all it is rather unpleasant and I am really glad when it is finally over. My paws and footpads are sticky with sweat.

# # #

We eat dinner and shower together. Then we snuggle together on the couch and watch a movie. Kind of, I could not remember the title if my life depended on it. We kiss and enjoy each other's company. From time to time she gives the collar and her implant a little test run. If she sets it up that way, it can send signals in both directions. Once she sets it up so that when she licks at my nipples it feels to her as if I was licking her in return. Or the other way around.

Finally I turn off the TV, about halfway into the next movie, as far as I can tell and carry my mistress into the bedroom. We take care of our evening business. My mistress makes herself comfortable on the bed, lying on her back with her legs spread invitingly. Her smile tells me she has something special planned for me. When she pats her belly, I scoot closer obediently, rest my head on her belly and gently run my claws up and down her body. Smiling mysteriously and purring a little, she scratches my ears. After a while she asks "You like ... scratching my itch, Lacy?"

"Yes, Mistress. I love scratching your itch, Mistress."

"How would you like to scratch my itch until I pass out, without anything to disturb you?"

"I would love that, Mistress."

"I'm glad to hear that, Lacy. Find a comfortable position then."

I scoot away a little, my muzzle is close enough to her slit that I can poke my nose in a little, but far enough away that I can rest my head comfortably on her thigh or between her legs. My paws gently cup her ass cheeks.

She grins at me and concentrates for a moment. Suddenly I am paralyzed. I find that I can still move my head around, but except for my tail I cannot move at all. Being so helpless scares and excites me. "Do you like this?" My mistress asks.

"Ummm, I think so, Mistress."

"Well, you'd better like it, I won't release you until tomorrow morning. And this is not all." She grins at me "How about this?"

I try to answer her, but my vocal chords are frozen, I can't even growl. Incredibly excited now, I nod my head.

She concentrates again and grins at me. Suddenly I can't feel my feet any more, then my legs, my arms, my torso. It feels as if my body has completely disappeared and only my head is still there. For a minute I feel nauseous. My eyes wide with fear, I look at my mistress.

She winks at me and suddenly I can't see any more. I am not in the dark, there is just nothing. I can feel my eyelids open and close, but it does not make any difference. Scared and panting heavily I lie there. I can feel my breath on my tongue and in my throat, but I can't feel my chest rise and fall. I only notice it by the fact that my head moves a tiny bit with every breath I take. And I can't even feel my heart beating, I can feel my blood rushing in my throat and in my ears.

I lie like this for a while before my mistress speaks again "I've set the alarm, your collar will wake you. Then you can wake me. I hope you find a nice way to wake me up." Considering my limited options, there is only one way for me to wake her up. Not that I mind doing it. "I'll make sure you can sleep undisturbed now. My itch is really starting to annoy me. Good night, Lacy."

And suddenly I can't hear anything any more. Suddenly my whole world shrinks to my head and those parts of my mistress I can reach with my tongue. For several moments I am too scared to move or do anything.

My mistress grabs my ears and scratches them with her claws. Gently, but with a little edge. Obediently I begin licking her already damp sex. Through my tongue I can feel her purring and the shudders of pleasure running through her body. Her juices taste much more intense than I can believe possible. And her scent fills me with incredible pleasure. I feel as if I am floating through space.

I cannot hear her screams of pleasure as her body buckles and orgasms. But I can feel a little bit of them. Her juices drench my muzzle and I lick them up eagerly.

For a long time, it is impossible to say how long, I explore the depths of my mistresses sex. Sometimes I tease her and keep her right on the edge, sometimes I give her several orgasms in quick succession. It is incredible how many nuances I notice, now that nothing distracts me from the job at tongue. My whole world consists of her scent, taste and the texture of her hot flesh.

I feel like a newborn puppy, totally safe and helpless in my mother's arms. Only I'm not exactly sucking at her breasts.

After a particularly violent orgasm she stops reacting to my teasing. I feel her soft purring and her regular breathing, she must have passed out or fallen asleep. I lap up the last of her juices, then I snuggle my head against her thigh, my nose barely not touching her sex. My nose filled by her scent, the soft vibrations of her purring slowly carry me away into slumber.

Totally helpless and perfectly content in my tiny little world.

The End