When Yote Met Foxy
Little something I wrote for Mistress Foxy. As the title suggests, At least in the story universe, this is how it all began, with Yote and Foxy. No real sex or naughtiness in this one, but I may decide to write a part II...
Can't believe it's already been a year, Mistress. <3
The sky was gray and a chilling drizzle sprinkled the streets of Port Cascadia, making the coyote shiver a little beneath his jacket as he walked down the street.
"At least it'll be warm in there."
The coyote thought as he rounded the corner headed to his favorite "watering hole", a posh lounge in the basement of a fairly swanky hotel downtown. The dimly lit lounge and its nicely appointed furnishings were just the thing Yote wanted after a long day.
There was the sound of soft piano music as Yote entered the lounge and pulled the hood off his head. He took an instinctive look around- A by product of working in a profession where people were always trying to kill you- and made his way to the bar.
"Hey cutie!" The black and white husky said with a smile as he slid onto a stool. "Haven't seen you around in a while."
"Hey Roxy. Yeah been busy with work, they keep sending me to the ends of the Earth to get things done." Yote smirked. If everyone only knew how true it was.
"Well, I've got just the thing for that. The usual?"
"You got it." Yote replied, watching the husky as she dropped three ice cubes into a highball glass, and filled it halfway with blue label scotch.
"There you are, sweetie. Starting a tab?"
"Yeah, Natalya's off doing something or other for work, so she'll be gone a couple days at least."
"Aww, well I'll keep you company, at least long as you're down here." The husky winked her blue eyes at him.
Yote and Roxy made small talk for another 15 or so minutes, before the elevator doors slid open to reveal an orange and black furred vixen clad in a snug fitting cocktail dress and leather boots. Yote immediately took notice of her as she sauntered over to the bar with a very confident swagger, her black tipped tail swaying behind her.
"Good evening, may I have a glass of your finest red, please?" She asked very politely
"Mind if I get that for you?" Yote said as smoothly as he could, pulling out his wallet. The vixen cracked a sly, foxy smile, then turned to the husky behind the bar.
"And another round for the handsome coyote, if he would join me at a table." She pulled a small wallet from her cleavage and handed her credit card over.
Roxy smiled and went to fetch the drinks for the two while Yote cocked his head sideways, trying to make sense of what just happened. "Did she just... reverse my play on me?"
"So, you got a name, coyote?"
"Uhh.. Yote... Daniel Yote." He replied as he took his drink. "How about you, gorgeous?"
"Some call me Foxy. To others, I'm known as Mistress."
"Mistress?" Yote replied
"Mmhmm, I'm a professional Domme. I take handsome boys like yourself, and well, I'm sure you can guess." Foxy grinned, showing her immaculate teeth.
Yote stifled a little noise of approval and nodded, wiggling a little as the vixen eyed him up and down. With an amused chuckle, Foxy took her glass of wine from the bar and turned toward the lounge area, her tail swishing against Yote's thigh as she did. Yote followed her and sat opposite from her at a small table in the back.
"So you like, tie men up and whip them and stuff?" Yote asked when they were both seated.
"Mmmhmm, nothing turns me on like the sight of a bound and gagged sub squirming."
The coyote didn't reply immediately, but Foxy could tell from his expression that he wasn't completely put off by the concept, and that was good.
"Does that bother you, Yote?"
"Uh, not exactly... It's actually kinda...."
"Hot." She finished his sentence for him, and smiled evilly as his cheek fur darkened a shade redder.
The vixen regarded him with sparkling eyes as she sipped her wine, crossing her legs over one another and treating Yote to a view beneath the skirt she wore. His eyes widened fractionally as he realized that there were no panties beneath it.
"Something the matter?" She asked with a more than slight smirk on her muzzle, knowing exactly what the coyote was looking at.
"Errr..umm.. no." Yote replied, his cheeks turning a shade of pink, which he tried to cover up by taking a long swill of his whiskey. The vixen smirked at him across the table as she continued to silently taunt him, a predator reeling in her prey. While he fidgeted uncomfortably in his chair, she drew a leather boot up his leg, gently tracing his thigh with her toe, stopping just short of the coyote's crotch.
"Wow... Miss Foxy, you move kinda fast... Not... that there's anything wrong with that."
"Only when I see something I want." The vixen replied with a noise that sounded like a purr "Let's take this upstairs, my dear yote. Unless of course you'd rather stay here and ogle."
The blush in Yote's fur deepened as he was caught looking once again, but he nodded and rose slowly from his chair, taking the time to down the rest of the whisky in his glass.
"That's what I thought." The smile on Foxy's muzzle was a bit on the sinister side as she took the coyote's arm and pulled him to her. The fact that Yote didn't resist or even protest told her volumes. This was going to be a lot easier than she thought.
She led the coyote to the bank of elevators that took them to the top level of the hotel, an area only accessed by keycards. Foxy slid her card into the slot and the elevator doors slid silently shut.
"You want me, don't you, Yote." It was a statement rather than a question, but the coyote nodded anyway. It was the reaction Foxy was hoping for. "And I want you. I want those green eyes staring up at me, begging me to let you please me. Just so we're clear, this is on my terms. If you have any objections to this, speak now."
Yote remained silent, his ears trained on the vixen as he intently listened to her.
"Good boy." She said with a smirk, and Yote couldn't help but utter a little moan in reply, which immediately perked Foxy's ears.
"Mmm, you like being called a good boy?"
"Yes, I like the sound of it."
"What do you like about it?"
This question caused Yote's cheeks to redden as he struggled to find the right words to say
"Let me help you. You like it because hearing it means I am pleased with you. And you like it when I am pleased, don't you."
"Yes..."
"And since we're out of the public eye for the most part, you may address me as "Mistress" from now on. Again, if you are uncomfortable with this, say the word and I'll open these doors. You can walk out and I won't think any less of you. If you think that this is something that you might want, say so. Say 'I submit to you, Mistress' and we will begin."
Yote pondered for a minute, his heart beating rapidly in his chest as he considered this. He had never had a problem with letting a woman be in control in the bedroom, and this one was beautiful, exerting an aura of fierceness that sought to ensnare and dominate him, to make him do her bidding.
"I submit to you, Mistress." He almost whispered, feeling a certain twitch in his pants as he did so.
"Are you sure?" The vixen asked as she fought to keep herself from breaking out into a full blown grin.
"Yes, Mistress."
"That's a good pet. Now then." She pressed the button for the suite level. "I have something for you." She reached into her purse, and removed a simple black leather collar and held it up. "As a gesture of your submission, and to fully show me that you are willing to become mine, if even just for the evening, put this on."
Yote took the collar gently from the vixen and couldn't help but smirk as the snug fitting leather wrapped around his throat and buckled it into place. Smiling at the vixen he knew was watching him out of the corner of her eye.
It just felt... right.