The Vixen's Den, Part 4 - Careful What You Wish

Story by Clay Greyhart on SoFurry

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#4 of The Vixen's Den

Here goes the fourth adventure of the most sexy vixen storekeeper in town and her ever-crazy crew ! The adventure where plans fail, friends turn their back, moons crash down and reality itself trembles ! Or not. "To be or not to be tied, that is the question", and Yuribe will do her best to give a proper answer.

Life is crazy like people, but love is shining like rubber !


Previously in the Den :

A badly driven shoplifting threw Jill the lynx into the claws of the _Vixen's Den_owner and latex mistress, Yuribe, for a night lesson she won't forget. After Jill's unexpected return, Yuribe can only throw her self-claimed slave out of the shop in a desperate try to get rid of the lynx - and more importantly, to get rid of her own desire to continue the increasingly blurring roleplaying.

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Another dingle of the doorbell hinted at another customer walking out of the shop and into the cold alley of Black Waters' city center in which the Den was hiding away of the unwanted gaze. Another satisfied customer, hopefully, as the blue furred vixen dressed in the tigh rubber uniform of the shop would not stand another customer leaving out of anger.

It wasn't like if her new employee was really doing it on purpose. And in a way, it only made the whole matter even worse. Jill was simply herself, and it was enough to get into explosive situations with some of the most strict patrons. In the tiny, shiny latex world of the Den, that made a good third of the clientele.

The worst of all was of course the mere fact that Yuribe had nothing to complain about the thief lynx. Jill was there every Friday and worked all afternoon for a few weeks now, and despite her short temper she never really disobeyed her "mistress". Not that Jill was a workaholic, more the doing-the-minimum-effort type, but... well, she still did that effort each week.

All of this was slowly turning Yuribe crazy, she knew it. She felt it. But there was nothing to do against it, except kick the lynx out. Which she already did twice, without effect. In a way, the poor vixen felt like cursed by the gods for this tiny, small moment of liberation she took with Jill.

Alright. Maybe not really a tiny moment, more like a whole night. Aaand maybe not of liberation, but of lust. But still, the price is way too high !

Oh well. All in all it could have been much worse, it was only a kid's playful attitude after all. No harm done to anyone. The vixen smiled at her own anxiousness and turned around to check on the shop's alleys, filled more than usual as the end of year's holidays were coming closer.

One could be surprised to imagine that there was a sort of sick people that would dare enter a sex shop to find gifts for their lover, family or friends. But then another one could argue that Black Waters City's inhabitants were not exactly saintly, even there in the downtown. Yuribe didn't opened her latex gear store randomly. And as a good shopkeeper, the vixen put on the shelves some products that would match the season.

Despite all that good will, it was a cold wind that blew inside the poor vixen's soul when she saw Jill crossing blades with Mero in front of everyone. None of them were holding exactly "blades", of course. It was sugarcanes. Long, striped, vibrating sugarcanes ("for good girls, or bad ones" said the package).

At this point of the day, things were always unfolding the exact same way each Friday :

"Blah blah blah sorry mistress, won't do it again, I swear", would say the red lynx, black tufted ears folded back.

"Blah blah blah sorry boss, won't happen again, I'll go do something somewhere far from you" would add whatever staff member that Jill caught in that week's New Bright Idea To Have Fun.

"Blah blah blah gods I hate my life now stop strangling that client before I strangle you" would end Yuribe in despair.

And before she knew it, the vixen would be punishing Jill by chaining her somewhere and using the toy she took for her Idea onto her. Yuribe would feel relaxed for a while, Jill would feel satisfied for the same while, and the customers would feel happy for a non specified lenght of time, but probably far after they leave the store. The blue foxgirl even started to feel like it became some sort of weekly show that got rumored across the BDSM underworld.

But as Chelsea noted when Yuribe told her : "if it drags customers in, then it's all good". The tall tigress would smile each time, knowing that her blue friend would fall each time into the trap anyway. Truth be told, Chelsea was already there with a small sack of pop-corn, watching the show.

And so Yuribe started that week's play by rubbing her eyes with a deep sigh. She listened to her crew's explanations with an absent ear, her mind wondering how things ended there. A curse, yes, a divine punishment for her devious moment of madness. And the lynx was her hangman. Well, hangwoman.

Here came the second part, the grey wolf tucking his tail between his legs as he discretely slid his way away, his latex pants and shirt - Yuribe couldn't possibly give Mero a dress as a uniform - creaking slightly along the manoeuvre.

And the face of the lynx as she silently dared her "mistress" to punish her with the toy. The crooked smile on her lips. The sparkle of lust in her eyes. The short tail waving in her back, out of the vixen's view, but not of the mirror behind Jill. A true red little demon.

Yuribe's paw froze in midair as she was about to grab harshly the toy. The foxgirl's green eyes were dragged by the mirror for a reason she didn't knew herself. Something was odd. The tilted mirror was reflecting a distorded image in which a tall Jill was giving a small Yuribe the toy. The half-hidden crooked smile looked like a demonic grin, the vixen's anger replaced by a resigned look.

A submissive look.

Yuribe blinked as she stumbled a little. Her head was spinning. Her paw clenched into a fist that she withdrew away of the puzzled lynx.

"Mistress ? You're alright ? You look pale." asked a concerned Jill, the toy temporarily out of her mind.

Yuribe nodded and replied : "I'm alright. Just... go back to work. Playtime's over." Her voice was low and deep, sounding tired even at her own ears. She turned her back and fled. Yes, I flee.

Jill and Mero looked at each other, the wolf shrugging, clueless. That sure wasn't as usual. The small, discreet crowd of customers silently vanished without a word into the store's alley.

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"Alright. What happened ?" The office's door snapping close behind the tigress made Yuribe hops in surprise. Chelsea was standing tall, frowning and arms crossed under her breasts as usual when she wanted to be serious, raising everyone's spirit along with her mounds. "And spare me the whole "I feel bad about..."

"That's not it, Chel. That's nothing like it. I don't feel guilty. I'm fed up. And I'm scared." Yuribe said bluntly, pretending to check on an items' list at her desk to avoid looking at her friend.

The tigress blinked a few times, arms uncrossing slowly. "... say that again ? Scared ? Listen, if it's about pushing this game of yours too far..."

"I'm not afraid of the game !" shouted Yuribe as she slammed a paw on her desk and lifted her eyes onto Chelsea, who stepped back from what she saw inside them. "I'm scared of her ! I'm scared of me ! I can't, I can't do this anymore. I can't..."

The foxgirl's maws were clenched to the point of shaking. There was no tears in her eyes, and still it felt like they could flow at any moment. But the tigress was unable to understand her friend, this time, and it was not feeling right.

Yuribe fell onto the desk like a stringless puppet, face into her arms.

"I saw, Chel. I saw it. She's the one giving me the toy. I fool myself pretending I'm taking it first, that's all. In the end, she's doing as she please."

The tigress scratched her head, trying to follow that weird conversation. "O-kaaay. So let's say for a moment that you're just doing what the lil' miss wants you to do. Where's the problem ? She still takes the punishment."

"That is the problem. It's no more a punishment, but a reward. Not even a reward, it's something she thinks she deserve. I'm the worst mistress that world ever bear."

"Yeah, I agree on that", nodded Chelsea. Under the cold glance of her friend, she resumed : "What ? We're into these things since we know eachother. And we both know I'm the one with actual experience. Should I pretend that you're a good mistress to soothen your bruised ego ?"

"Actually, yes, as a friend that's what you should do."

Chelsea pondered for a while, then nodded. "Probably true. But as a fellow mistress, I'll be frank : ya let Jill impose her rhythm onto you. And after such a good start you had, what a waste." The tigress raised a finger to prevent any argument. "Ya don't really want to be a mistress to Jill. But ya don't really want to let her go. And now she's using it against you. I told ya to assume the consequences of your actions and deal with it. And here ya are now."

"Chel, I kicked her away ! But she keeps coming back !" replied Yuribe.

" 'cause ya keep giving her what she wants. You're spoiling her, genius !"

The foxgirl was trying to find some reply, Chelsea could see that. But nothing could come at Yuribe's mind. She had nothing to say against that, because there was nothing to say against that. It was exactly what the mirror showed her. Slowly, she slid back down on her seat.

"Now Yuri, it's up to ya. Whip her, throw her away, marry her, whatever. But by the Eights, take a goddamn decision."

"It's not easy to decide what to do of her."

"Not that, ya stupid fox", replied the tigress with a roll of her eyes. "Decide on what to be for her, then show how things work between ya. She need to understand." Chelsea gently patted the stunned vixen's head with a grin. "And we both know you're the one with actual knowledge. You'll find something."

Once alone in the tiny room, Yuribe started to wonder. How the whole relationship started was wrong, and since then she tried to get it a little more right. But from Chelsea's point of view, it started alright and turned all wrong.

So who the vixen was supposed to believe exactly ?

She was still asking herself this when she came out of the office, Jill and Mero waiting for her with anxious faces. The wolf spoke first.

"Boss, I know we did wrong, but we really want to apologise." Mero said with sincerity and a somewhat pitiful look.

"Yeah, if there's anything we can do to apologise, just tell us, mistress." Jill lowered her eyes, her crooked smile coming back on her lips as she added with a soft, timid voice. "And I mean anything."

As Chelsea said, Yuribe was the most knowledgeable on these kinds of topics. That's why she understood that her white friend was wrong. The matter wasn't about what any of the two girls should or could or would be to the other. It was something else, simpler and easy to overlook. It was a matter of will and desire.

"Get out. Now." Yuribe said in a blank tone, her absent gaze more or less aimed at a stunned Jill. The lynx looked like if her mistress just slapped her cheeks hard, hurt and shocked. The vixen resumed, her mind somewhere far away : "Take your evening. Go home. I'll see you next week."

Then Yuribe walked past the duo as if nothing special had happened. Jill clenched a paw against her chest as she watched her mistress go, unable to speak. A large ball was growing in her stomach, that she fought like everything else in her life : with a bad attitude.

"Alright. If it's your wish, "mistress", then I'll comply !"

And with her dignity wrapped around her shoulders, Jill went to the changing room.

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One week later, the red lynx finaly put her paw onto the shop's door handle. Her heart was racing both from anxiousness and anger towards the stupid, stupid vixen that dared being so mean. But Yuribe said to come back, right ? Jill was not fired, right ?

So it's with a heart burning for various reasons that Jill pushed the door and entered what she came to consider as her own world. Inside, the blue vixen was busy with some decoration and turned her head, smiling happily.

"Ah, Jill ! Perfect ! I hope you feel good today ?" Yuribe asked with a pleasant tone the lynx didn't hear for a while, as she suddenly remembered.

How dare the vixen act so naturally ? Like if nothing happened ? It was Jill's plan, not Yuribe's !

"I'm alright, thank you." the lynx replied with a cold tone. But she was already warming up as her mistress' smile grew wider. Jill wasn't the kind of people to remain angry for long.

"Oh, today you'll wear something special. We all do." The vixen added, showing her own outfit. A rubber one, of course, but not the usual short dress : heeled shoes, pantyhose and jacket, all in red with white hem. A red pointy hood with white pompon completed it. Hard not to understand, even more after seeing the other employees dressed in green and red costumes.

Jill crossed her arms with a grin. "Santa's little helpers, I guess ? And you are Mrs. Claus, I believe."

Yuribe nodded her head. "Spot on, congrats. Your costume is in your drawer. Go put it quick, please."

Things were going as usual again. Jill replied a "yes" before fleeing in the backstore. She had to be careful this week and not play around, as she decided.

But Yuribe seemed so happy, so it wouldn't be that big a deal if Jill took a few minutes to distract Mero or Chelsea, right ? Yeah, it would even be a good thing for the crew. Like last week. And the week before. And the week before. No need to worry, then.

The lynx came back a few minutes later, looking a little disappointed. Even if made of latex, the light brown catsuit was not really as kinky as she hoped. There was built-in socks and gloves, but it was all there was to say about that. No hole a the bad places, no strap to trap her, not even the usual tightness. Just a plain, regular disguise. The only feature was the white over her chest and top of her thighs.

When she saw her little slave, though, Yuribe smiled from ear to ear - which made quite a larger length compared to humans. "Purrfect ! You only need this to be ready."

Jill tried hard to picture the thing as some elaborate toy, but it was useless : what Yuribe was giving her was obviously shaped as regular antlers. Reluctantly, the lynx put the headband on her head. She felt like a kid in its costume.

"No way I'm wearing a red nose, okay ? Now what ?"

"Aww, what a cute reindeer you make, dear." cooed the vixen, paws together on her chest. The little sexy paradise was slowly turning into a sugar-coated vanilla hell under Jill's eyes. But hope came back when Yuribe pulled out a pile of rubber straps. "Now I need to find a mannequin to model these..."

"Hmpf. I guess I'll be that mannequin." snorted Jill, arms crossed and head turned away. Yeah, some fun at least !

The foxgirl blinked, surprised, then giggled. "Oh dear, no. I mean a plastic one, like this."

And indeed a white plastic silhouette of the fashion's perfect woman was brought by Mero who, noticed Jill, hid his face behind it to avoid her eyes. and now that she was thinking of it, even Lana and Chelsea weren't coming to throw a snarky comment at the lynx.

It suddenly occured in Jill's mind that maybe, maybe, Yuribe said or did something to her employees. Something about her, Jill. For an instant she felt alone, abandonned again, unable to repress a deep breath of air as the grey wolf walked away with not the slightest glance at the red lynx. Not even the customers were paying attention to her, the loose and plain costume easily losing against the rest of the Den's sexy, kinky or obviously lewd articles. She was completely invisible. Even a plastic woman was more attractive than her.

Gods, am I really jealous of a block of plastic ? That's so... so lame ! Yuribe, you jerk !

"Then what can I do ?" Jill asked.

"Hmm ? Oh, nothing. Just stay there for a while, I'll deal with you after that."

The vixen kept focused on the mannequin as she put it in place, where customers could easily see it. No point in dressing a demonstration model if it's hidden out of view, after all. Yuribe was humming happily as she picked up the straps and put them at pawreach. The first one clacked lightly in the air as the blue fox straightened it, soon wrapping it carefully around the model's waist. Another one followed, just over the rigid breasts, and a third just below. The black rubber was shining slightly against the white plastic in a contrast that pleased Yuribe's eyes.

But to be honest, the simple pleasure of buckling straps wasn't the goal of all that mascarade. Yuribe could feel the look of the lynx at her back, lost and wondering aimlessly. Each strap clacking softly as the vixen picked them. But it wasn't just any straps : there was the ones she used that very first night on Jill. A sudden lack of breath behind Yuribe confirmed that the lynx noticed it.

More straps were added to the white silhouette, one by one. Moving on to the next phase, Yuribe spoke again : "You're awfully quiet today, Jill. Is something the matter ?"

The vixen counted in her mind as several seconds passed in silence. A vague groan finally answered her.

"It's my straps."

"Yes it is", replied the vixen happily. "So you remember ? How I used them that night ?"

"How could I forget", mumbled Jill with a low, pouting tone.

"I used only a couple of them, but I dare say I pulled them tighter than anyone could have on that night. I poured all my strenght in it. Like - this !"

Yuribe pulled harshly on the waist strap, the rubber rubbing against the plastic with a sharp sound. The slight creaking of the material stretched under the pull crossed the silence between the two girls more loudly than any shout could do.

"It was only your legs, of course. Your paws were already cuffed to your neck. Oh, it was so tight in place, so - tight."

Another hard pulling and the plastic woman made a loud cracking noise as the rigid thighs were suddenly pushed together. Again the rubber was creaking softly, Jill swallowing at the scene. Something was odd, it wasn't sexy at all, just mere plastic over plastic, and still the lynx' throat was getting dry and her mind was getting dizzy. Her digits kept caressing the high of her thighs, that some force maintained pressed together against her will.

"Speechless you are, it seems. I'll do the talking then", resumed Yuribe nonchalantly. "Do you remember the passion, thief ? Can you feel the lust that filled us ? That filled you ?"

Finally the vixen threw a glance toward her slave, with a smile that was more a smirk than an honest one. Another strap clacked around the plastic arms. Jill pressed a paw on her forearm, where the strap would bite down in her flesh.

"Robbed of your freedom, knelt like a peasant before its queen. How lewd, how slutty of you."

Yuribe walked around the mannequin, watching Jill over the plastic shoulder. The white arms were pulled behind and tied at the wrists. The lynx was slowly turning red as the memories of the first night they spent together oozed in her mind, unable to stop them.

"But since then, you kept ranting when I bound you. Buckling in your restraints, defying me in front of everyone. You pushed me again and again. Well, you won : I won't tie you anymore."

A gloved finger followed the curves of the model, slowly, teasingly, as Yuribe stared at her pet. The red lynx's eyes were locked on the digit, her own paw softly pressing her flesh on the same trail, panting. The teasing finger drew the shape of the white breasts, rubbing so slowly inbetween.

"And... and you're trying to replace me with that junk ? How lame." Jill croaked, hypnotized by the finger.

"This girl here is obedient, doesn't talk back, doesn't fuss. Even when I do this."

With a smirk, the foxgirl slipped both paws other the bound breasts, squeezing them tantalizingly while her back arched in a seductive pose that pressed her own chest against the mannequin. Jill gasped, paws clasped together on her torso, shivering.

"And of course, I can also do this." Yuribe moved a paw all the way down, between the bound thighs, her fingertips brushing onto a smooth surface as she closed her eyes in delight. "Mmmh, I can even feel the warmth through the rubber, the softness concealed underneath..."

"Stop, please, stop..." The lynx begged as her knees gave in, arms wrapped across her body. Her breath was short and deep, her face turned crimson. "I can't stand it anymore, please..."

Yuribe shook a finger, leisurely resting against her model. She was only starting.

"Tsk, tsk. I know you say that to mock me. I won't fall in your trick anymore. Now if you please, I still have to bound that pretty girl."

The light sound of the rubber being wrapped around the faceless model's eyes filled the air, followed by the usual clacking and creaking of the material. The lynx hopped in place with a short squeal, hugging tightly her shaking body. It wasn't from the view anymore : Jill closed her eyes in a try to get a grip, but the mere sounds got such an effect on her.

"It's not a trick. I feel weird, really weird." The redhead's voice was low, almost a murmur. "How can you torture me like this ?"

The vixen feigned ignorance. "Torture you ? I'm not even close to you, girl."

"Why... why do you do this ?"

Jill's tears were menacing to pierce through, the foxgirl heard it in her pet's voice. It was easy to understand the frustration that was building inside the lynx. But it wasn't enough yet.

Her heels clacking on the floor, Yuribe stepped slowly near her crouched slave, towering over her. She knelt down, her fingertips barely reaching Jill's cheeks and avoiding the lynx's tries to connect. Then Yuribe whispered in a tufty ear :

"Because I won't let you be the mistress."

The vixen was delighted by the shock on her pet's face, the surprise and puzzle in her iris. It was definitely worthing all these efforts. And it was still not the end yet.

"B-but I'm not..."

A sharp slap on the lynx's bum made her squeal, at her own surprise, a jolt running up her spine. Paws pressed on her muzzle, Jill looked even more puzzled by herself.

"You are. Oh, I admit you did good, pushing me to do what you wanted while pretending it was my will. You even stole that collar from me."

"No... you gave it to me. It's... it's mine." mumbled Jill, ears folded back and head hanging down and a paw reaching for the blue collar on her neck..

Yuribe shook her head. "And then I took it back. And you still managed to leave with it. I told you the deep meaning there was behind it, and you ripped it off of it. For your own amusement. For your own fun. You entered this shop as a thief, and you left as one. Dare say to me it's not true, slave. Look at me and dare say this to your mistress !"

Paws on her hips, standing tall over the red lynx, Yuribe threw a cold look down to the curled form at her feet. Jill tried to look up, met the icy eyes of the foxgirl, and let her head fall down again.

"And after that, you still come here to have fun. You trick me again and again in satisfying your perverted lust, pretending to rebel to force me to punish you. You are a shame of a slave. You are nothing more than an egotistic parasite. Even now, while I'm leaving you alone, you're only thinking of getting your own pleasure. Aren't you picturing yourself in place of that thing, strapped and toyed until you jerk off ?"

The writhing lynx was sobbing slightly, mixed emotions filling her mind and making her head spin. It was true, it was all true. It was all about getting fun - and fun she got. She was a bad girl - and it was so good. She was jealous of a plastic woman - and how sweet it would be to be one. Jill's body was on fire, panting so loudly, so lewdly, her heart clenching from the harsh words as much as from her guilty desires.

Before she knew it, her body was in the same position she was forced to took at the end of this first night. No matter how hard she tried, her legs remained stucked under her frame. The wrists glued together at her neck. The lips forced in an "O" shape, her maw unable to close as her tongue slipped out from its own will. Her back arched from the inexistent restraints. Jill was feeling them so vividly, as sure as she felt the constricting latex clenching onto her fur with its hypnotizing smell, draining her strenght away, leaving her prisonner of the vixen's grasp.

Yuribe's tailtip slightly ran along a shoulderblade, making the slave squirm with cute little moans. Lifting a foot, she then stepped onto her pet, shifting slowly her weight. Jill shook and tremble, melting and mewing.

At last the blue vixen inhaled and smiled - a true smile. It was the scent of victory, here at pawreach. She did it. She really did it.

"This is today's lesson. I decided to show you what being a slave means. It means that only me decides if you get fuck or not." The heel withdrew, making Jill squeal in frustration. "But more importantly, I wanted to see if you were slutty enough to cum from mere words."

Yuribe bent down to blow the final words deep into the lynx' ears.

"Cum for your mistress' pleasure, dirty cat."

Then she bit the ear.

The scream exploded in the air as Jill thrashed on the ground like a fish out of water. Every bit of her body was shaking, twisting or bucking in some way. The antlers fell down, completely out of anyone's mind.

Slowly, her body settled down to the occasional shiver. It was the right time. Yuribe softly pulled the lynx's head on her lap and brushed the red hair with her gloved fingers, smiling down to her tired pet.

"You did well, Jill. Do you hear that ?"

Still catching her breath, Jill lifted her blank gaze to look around. Customers were clapping their paws at the show. Chelsea and Mero were giving the pet thumbs up. There was lots of not funny comments like "you've cum a long way, baby !" She knew she should feel disgusted, but all the redhead could feel was a distorted proudness. She did well. She was praised. She wasn't invisible anymore, and it was good. Closing her eyes, a smile grew on her lips as she let her head rest onto her mistress' warm lap.

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A couple hours after, Mero was moving away the bound plastic girl and the sign Yuribe asked him to put on display. In the backstore that he liked to see as his territory, the grey wolf was sighing deeply as he checked on the plastic body.

"Poor Cindy, you're ruined. The boss went hard on you, right ? Aaah, don't be afraid, lil' Mero will do all he can to fix you."

Patting the cracked head, his eyes wandered onto the sign. On it was printed in big letters "FRIDAY 2PM - Santa Claus' reindeer live tamming", a few words that quickly spread across the BDSM rings and kept Chelsea well busy at the register once the demonstration finished. Making the rumor true and turning it into a free ad for the store : no doubt, Yuribe was a genius of her kind. The hardest part was her order for everyone to avoid Jill until the end of the session.

"Well, I'm sure the boss will come eventually and say she's sorry for Cindy."

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"I won't be sorry for what I've done." said Yuribe.

"I understand." Jill nodded weakly.

Even after some rest, she still looked eeringly calm and pale. Docile, maybe. The lynx was stripped off of the now heavily soaked catsuit and took a long, warm bath, but the hot water didn't erased every trace of the little play the girls just had. Now sitting in the shopkeeper's flat above the store, Jill took another sip of her tea, a blanket wrapped around her shoulders.

"I know it's all a big game for you. But I take these things seriously. I had to make you understand." resumed Yuribe. For once, the vixen wasn't feeling guilty. Anxious, of course, but not guilty.

"I understand." replied politely Jill with an empty gaze. Again.

Yuribe sighed and leant back in the couch. Well, it was true she went very far. Did she really broke the thief's mind ? It was a thin edge they walked on, and the possibility of falling off was far from null.

"I'll drive you back home. You don't have to come anymore." offered the foxgirl.

"I won't." said Jill with what looked at this moment like an enormous effort of originality.

"Right. I'll pay you your days of work since the first one, so don't..."

"I won't leave."

The lynx turned her head toward Yuribe, stating a fact. And for once, there was no defiance in Jill's eyes, much to the surprise of her host.

Yuribe closed her eyes, took a deep breath, then looked at the red girl.

"Okay. What now ? Do I have to whip you to make you understand ?"

Jill shook her head, putting the teacup down on the low table.

"You don't have to. I understand. I understand for real, I'm telling you, but you don't listen."

"Come on, don't dare tell me the old "I discovered my submissiveness" now. It's not even funny anymore." The vixen rolled her eyes, but somehow her heart was beating faster.

"No, that I discovered when you gave me my night lesson. But since then I was wondering why."

Yuribe raised an eyebrow.

"Why ? Why what ? Why you were submissive ?"

"In a way." nodded the lynx. "I felt something, but what ? I couldn't remember. I just knew that it was something I couldn't let go. So I stole your collar. And I behaved badly to be punished, hoping to find "it" again. I'm sorry, mistress. It was selfish."

"I just... I didn't... I tried to... aaargh !" The blue fox clenched her fists and shook them in mid-air, frustrated. "Well, it was a theft, so of course it was selfish, but all I said today was..."

"... the truth. Or something close. A sweet tale I want to believe in." Jill slowly laid down on the couch, putting her head onto the vixen's thigh, and closed her eyes. " "It" was your praise. I like being praised. I like being yours."

The vixen scratched her head. Was it another trick of this devil of a girl ? Something was odd. Jill couldn't stay so calm for so long. Could she ?

"You can't stay here. So drop the act and..." Yuribe started.

"I know. It wasn't my place to ask this to begin with."

The lynx's paws were onto Yuribe's thigh, close to Jill's neck. She was breathing peacefully.

"I humiliated you." reminded Yuribe, out of arguments.

"You made me cum with words." corrected Jill. "It was incredible, like that first night where you claimed me. But it was nothing compared to your praising. I'll do well, mistress. I'll do well."

The vixen let her head rest onto the couch's back. So much to say, so many problems, so many reasons not to get back on this silly game. And for what ? For a few seconds of hairbrushing and a sweet word ?

Yuribe stared at her fingers.

"You'll be a good slave, I know it."

And with that, all was said.