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Hi guys thanks for stopping by my story,

this is a kind of opener, so its a light introduction to the life of the main character and the world around him.

The majority of action throughout this story is going to be BDSM, M/M, fembois, slaves, and high society parties amongst a variety of kinks.

I'd be happy to hear and constructive critism and comments on the story, HELL If you have ideas feel free to shoot them my way, I LUV to talk about ideas and sexyness. And to top it off if you want more please support an insecure writer in his kinky endeavors.

So thankyou and enjoy.

UPDATE:I've edited and improved in attempt to hone me writing skillz thanks to the kindly and harsh critique of those I trust respect and thank hardily

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The pools of the courtyard are so pretty this time of day, crystal blue and ever so still. It's almost a shame to be so close to see it but it's a better view than some are privileged to, Master is always so strict but he loves his games. Even as I tug hard against the leather straps I'm thankful for the warm sun on my fur and the cool ocean breeze. The sharp clean walkways of granite outlined the gardens and the pools; they were very organized, like Master. The gardens tended to daily by the staff, shrubs neatly trimmed into...familiar shapes, ones to make us boi's squirm as we enjoy the view. The whole villa was littered with stone and copper, red carpets and throw rugs, breaking up the cold stone floors, except on the way to the basement...so cold on bare paws but the basement isn't supposed to be 'comfortable'.

My brothers...well my fellows were bathing in the second and central of three pools, teasing me, openly flaunting the fact. I try not to look but sometimes I can't help it. The devilish hum making it all the worse, while watching those taut frames soaping silky fur and brushing clean their shining manes. A barely heard whine trapped behind wet rubber locked between my teeth, gods I wanted to join them. Maybe I could entice Pepper to trot over here and finish the job he started. Such an adorable pony and so well bred but skittish. Hard to believe he used to be so unruly.

Master wouldn't like that, not one bit. His punishments were designed meticulously so undermining them was frowned upon. My hands bundled into tight fists zipped up and locked around my wrist with leather mitts...I've been known to escape...even the stocks. Giggling at the thought of the last time I had. I picked the lock with one of my hairpins and then I snuck up to his office and waited under his desk...to apologize 'vigorously'.

The stocks were very comfortable, despite the annoying additions. Lined with the same padding as a massage table, the board that sat beneath was so soft and comfy with a convenient little hole cut at hip level. A belt strapped over my back preventing retreat letting me enjoy the cool breeze Master's ring keeping me painfully hard while letting my entire length dangle exposed. I wanted so bad for someone to come over and give a little attention even a slight tug or two. My legs too dangled thanks to a pair of twenty pound ankle weights, proving that gravity is more effective than chains. That end of the table narrowed between my thighs and rose at the slightest of angles my rump up and available with no-one to 'capitalize'. And with the furry wisp of my tail acting like topping atop a sugary treat, with that kind of bait...C'MON!

On top of it all was 'my carrot'. Master found it very amusing. At its widest point it was three inches in diameter and a measly one-half at the thinnest; believe me I measured it. IT was vibrating at a cruel low and making Pepper's deposit slosh a bit.

Living on the sea with Master and my brothers is quite the treat for those of us that behave; a bit of mischief is a common thing and so are the lessons that follow...like mine. Ask before playing with Master's toys. Namely Vixen...but he's so cute why can't I lock him in with the cook for some fun? The ring gag and handcuffs were just for extra spice. Vix was such a mess afterward but Cook was awfully happy to see him though.

From time to time Master holds parties and we get to play with the guests. Some of my brothers get to go home with some...its sad to see them go but a new lively young sweet-heart often shows up, they're a little vulgar at first but I have a thick skin for insults. Speaking of guests sometimes 'they' spend the week, want to live with the 'boys' that's when we have most of our fun since Master suspends a few of the more 'boring' rules.

...I think there's a party tonight, but maybe Master will leave me in the garden as a 'party' favour; I wouldn't mind. The boys would be serving food among other menu items, those still on 'lessons' get to entertain, and the...bad ones are left in the basement some of the guests... Mr. Serval would likely make a private show of my brothers for the adulation of the guests...not the fun kind either.

But all'n'all it's a good life, a roof overhead, food and...salty goodness filling our stomachs; among other areas. A warm place to sleep and never being alone can't be all that bad.

Hi,

My name is Bunni and I'm the head-slave of Sapphire Villa.