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Just For Fun

S.M. Wolf

This story is copyrighted by S.M. Wolf 2016. It may not be reproduced in part or whole without prior written permission of the author. The characters are based upon undisclosed furs and may be claimed by them.

There was a knock at the hotel door.

I ignored it.

Instead, I looked around to make sure that everything I wanted was ready. I was staying in a suite at the hotel. Beside the door was the very large bathroom. I was standing in the large seating area just beyond the bathroom. A King-size bed was located near the window at the far end of the room. The only outward signs of what was to come were the swivel hook with a snap recently added to the ceiling and the thin exercise mat beneath it.

After waiting a few more seconds, I opened the door. As expected, Qilina was waiting outside. Behind her were her two billy goat "friends".

She was a fine looking, near-mythical hooved anthro from the Far East. We had met each other through the Internet, become friends in real life and bonded, though we were far from mates. She had recently revealed that she read my stories and wondered what it would be like to be dominated by me. A free afternoon at the con proved a good opportunity to explore the possibility.

Before doing so, there was one thing left to do.

I pointed to Qilina and said, "You. In!"

She entered, and the two goats started to follow.

"You two stay here," I ordered them.

"Hey! Wait a sec-," one started to say, but I cut him off.

"I have earned fifteen seconds alone with Qilina. Nothing is going to happen," I told him flatly in an authoritative tone. I wanted to make it clear that I was not taking anything from this pair today.

The goats looked at Qilina. She gave a small nod, and they quieted.

I closed the door and looked at Qilina. She looked very nervous and uncertain as she stood beneath the light of the short hallway.

"Before we begin, I have one question for you to answer, and I do not want anyone else influencing you or coercing you," I told Qilina.

"Are you here of your own free will?"

Qilina looked at me in surprise, but she responded, "Yes, I... I want this. No one is forcing me to be here or let you do... things... to me."

She was lovely when she blushed, and the thought of what was to come was certainly darkening her cheeks and presumably other portions of her body.

I looked at her intently for a few seconds, but she seemed to be telling the truth.

"In that case," I said as I reached out and gently stroked her cheek, "relax and enjoy. Remember, this is about fun, not pain and punishment. My job is to show you a good time today."

My voice took on a stronger tone as I straightened up and added, "But you are going to get what you wanted from me in the coming hours!"

I whipped open the door.

"You may come in now," I told the waiting billy goats in the same stern tone.

They entered, and the second one said, "We're here to-"

"You are here to shut up, sit down, watch and not interfere!" I told him harshly. "Now get on that couch and put your hands at your side. Argue with me or interrupt again, and I am going to toss you out."

He looked like he was going to fight me, but I gave him the type of glare that only an apex predator can give his prey. His ears drooped, and both of them headed for the couch. I continued to stare at them as they sat down. They dropped their eyes and turned their heads away in an act of tacit submission to my will. Only then did I turn my attention back to Qilina.

I took her by the shoulder and led her into the sitting area. I positioned her with her back to the wall of the bathroom. Her two male friends were off to her left. In front of her were the bed, the hook and the mat.

"Back against the wall! Eyes forward! Be quiet!" I ordered her in rapid succession.

She looked a little flustered as she got into position. I let her stare at the sunlight coming in through the privacy sheers for a few seconds as I stood to her right side, staring at her face.

"From now on, you are only allowed to answer my questions with 'Yes' or 'No'. You are not permitted to say anything else. Is that clear?" I asked.

"Yes."

"Good."

I waited a few seconds. I wanted to make it clear that we were doing this on my schedule, not hers.

"You are going to be dominated by me, at your own request. Is that correct?"

"Yes."

I reached out and forced her head down so that she was staring at the floor.

"Unless otherwise allowed, you will keep your head bent and stare at the floor to show your submission. Is that clear?"

"Yes."

"We did considerable negotiations by e-mail. We established the limits of what I can do, what I can use, etc. Take your time and think about this. Do you wish to change anything?"

She barely paused before replying, "No."

I waited a moment for the idea of what she had just consented to have done to her set in.

"Are you familiar with the 'Green-Yellow-Red' safe word system?" I asked.

"No," she said. There was a little confusion in her voice.

"It is pretty simple. If I ask you how you feel, you can reply 'Green' if things are going well and you want to continue,

Yellow' if you are uncertain or something is making you physically, emotionally or mentally uncomfortable, or 'Red' if you want me to stop. You can also say 'Yellow' and 'Red' at any time. If you call a yellow, I am not obligated to stop and may chose to continue over your objections. You can call a red then or later if you decide it is bad enough that you want me to stop, and I will honor it.

"Is that clear?"

"Yes," she replied.

I went to the work desk and pulled out the chair. It was a nice, well-padded faux leather chair. I positioned it near the bed and sat down. I spent nearly a minute looking over Qilina. I purposefully used my predator gaze to make it clear that she was my game today. She had a nice, taut belly, pleasantly large breasts and curved six-point antlers on top of her deer-like head. I could see some of her lightly furred tail that ended in a nice tuft between her slightly spread legs. The scales on her face and upper arms were visible, but most were hidden under her clothing.

Qilina was nervously licking her lips by the time that I stopped my visual inspection.

"Stand beside the mat," I ordered my submissive.

Qilina's cloven feet made a small click on the wooden floor with each step as she moved into position. I preferred plantigrade feet with nice, sensitive soles, but it was clear that I would not be able to indulge in certain pleasures today. Still, I enjoyed the sight of her shapely hooves and ankles.

She stood there waiting for my next command, It was clear that she was anxious at what might happen to here, but my sensitive nose told me that she was also excited by the possibilities as well. It was the strange mix of fear and desire that I so loved to instill in my submissives.

"Take off your shirt," I told her.

We were attending a fan convention, and all of us were wearing the con t-shirt. Qilina pulled her T-shirt over her head and casually tossed it aside. It fell in a rumpled pile on the floor.

I tsked and asked, "Is that any way to treat your clothes? And a brand-new shirt at that."

It took her a moment to register that I was expecting a reply.

"No?" she asked tentatively.

"Certainly not! I am sure that you would discipline a fawn for acting like that, and I am going to have to discipline you now.

"Pick up that shirt and properly fold it up!" I ordered her.

Qilina did as ordered. I got a nice side view of her bending over to pick up the shirt, and her billy goats got a much better view of her covered ass. She folded the shirt neatly and placed it on the bureau before resuming her position beside the mat.

I stared at her coldly for a few moments to let my supposed displeasure and threat of punishment sink in.

Her light brown belly fur was now readily visible as well as the multicolored scales on her sides and back. She was wearing a bra, so I did not yet have the opportunity to enjoy the sight of her breasts, but the way that they filled out the plain white fabric was certainly intriguing.

"Now the pants."

Qilina reached down and unbuttoned the front and back of her jeans. She wriggled rather provocatively as she pulled them down over her hips, revealing her plain white panties. I suspected that she was deliberately putting on a show for her audience, but I certainly did not care.

"Stop," I ordered her.

She looked at me in confusion.

"Turn around."

She gave me a small look of surprise followed by understanding. She knew that I loved a shapely female ass. Taking off the jeans would certainly put hers on display for me. She did as ordered, and I was treated to the sight of her bent over, ass and tail high in the air, with only some tightly stretched fabric protecting her bottom from my view. I smiled at the thought that the protective fabric would soon be gone as well.

The jeans were folded and joined her t-shirt. She returned to her position and waited. This time, she was breathing just a bit faster in anticipation. Whatever came off next was going to start showing her "naughty bits". It would be when things started to get serious.

I let her stew for a couple of seconds in anticipation of my next order before simply saying, "The bra."

Qilina was wearing one of the "front loading" bras. She undid the snaps on the front, and her teats fell out. They were a very pert C-cup pair that were lightly covered in almost white fur. It was easy to tell her current state of arousal. Her nipples were fully hardened and stood well above her fur. I suspected that releasing them from her bra had relieved a lot of uncomfortable pressure on them. I briefly wondered how long they had been so hard.

A few moments later, and Qilina was standing before me in nothing but her panties. It was a rather enjoyable sight, and I let her linger there. Her nervous shuffling and shifting told me that she both wanted and dreaded my next order. Seeing her agitated state, I drew out her wait even more to raise her anticipation before finally releasing her.

"The panties. Off."

I watched her waistband slide down past her crotch to reveal a well-furred cunny. The dark brown pubic hair made a nice contrast to her light beige, almost white, crotch fur. She apparently trimmed it, because it stopped north of her labia and did not hide them from my view as she pulled off her panties. The smallest of smiles appeared on my otherwise stoic face. I knew that she was not an inexperienced virgin, but this clearly spoke to her more sexually adventurous side.

"Kneel on the mat facing the sofa," I ordered her once she was naked and back in position beside the mat.

Qilina knelt on the mat.

I stood and walked over to her. I grabbed her long right ear and growled into it, "Is that any way to show your submission?! You know better than that! Now do it right! Knees wide open! Tail raised! Hands palm up on your thighs! Stare at that mat!"

Qilina knew exactly what I wanted. We enjoyed several of the same sexual fantasy stories, and one in particular stressed appropriate positions for a sex slave. She quickly adjusted to a properly submissive attitude and waited.

I walked around Qilina and humphed several times in mock annoyance, but the truth was she was a nice sight from the points of her antlers to the tips of her hoofs. Multicolored scales ran down her back and sides from her shoulders to nearly the backs of her knees.

I was concerned about those scales. Normally an anthro had scales that were armor-like, but she had assured me that they were as sensitive as her unscaled skin. I intended to put that claim to the test today.

I went to the bathroom and brought out a large bath towel. I laid it on the floor in front of Qilina. I then got a large suitcase from the closet and placed it on the bed. Opening it, I began to pull out what I had brought for the session.

As agreed, everything was new so that here would be no chance of infection or contamination. The last thing that I wanted to do was give her an STD or anything else nasty. I spent some time unwrapping the goodies and putting them on the towel.

At the top of the towel, I placed a pair of fleece-lined faux leather cuffs connected by a heavy six-foot chain. Underneath them went a blindfold. The outside was also faux black leather, but the inside was lined with red velvet over gel. It was designed for long term, comfortable wear. The gel also allowed it to conform to a fur's face and blind them completely, an important consideration with so many face shapes between the various species.

The purple bunny flogger went down next. I caught Qilina staring at it. We had discussed it at some length in our e-mail exchanges. Now she was going to find out what it really felt like.

Four toys from Bad Dragon followed next. They had been rather happy with my order. From left to right I placed the small Nova, a medium David, a large Bruiser and finally an extra large Xar. I caught Qilina looking at them, and her eyes grew bigger as each progressively larger dildo was laid out. It was the first time that she had seen them in person, and I wondered if she was having some second thoughts. Beside the Xar, I placed a very large bottle of cum lubricant, a 100 cc syringe and a piece of tubing. She looked at the tips of the dildos and realized that both Bruiser and Xar had cum tubes.

Below the Bad Dragon dildos, I laid out a series of black latex butt plugs ranging from small, barely the size of my index finger, to extra large, a hefty three inches across. Each tapered to a T-base that would keep it securely lodged in her anus while the pear-shaped bulb filled her rectum. Again, seeing them for the first time, I could tell that she was more than a bit uncomfortable. She shifted repeatedly and swished her tail back and forth, as she must have imagined each of these forced into her tail hole by me.

The last item I placed on the towel as a spreader bar. The three-foot wooden pole had two faux black leather cuffs attached by swivels to the ends. Once on her ankles, she would be incapable of closing her legs. Along with the dildos and butt plugs, the implication was clear. She was going to be stuffed.

I let Qilina look at the toys for a solid minute. I wanted her to think about what each would feel like, and how helpless she would be if she were blindfolded and spread. There was absolutely no way that she could stop me from doing whatever I wanted to her with those sexual play toys.

From the smell of her increasing arousal, it appeared that she had some very favorable thoughts about being tied up and filled. Still, I wanted to be sure. I never took a sub by force or against their will.

I stood behind Qilina and said, "Last chance. Now that you have seen what we agreed to use, do you want to make any changes? If you say no, I can use any and all of them on you, as I desire, strictly at my discretion."

The last was a bit of a white lie, since she could always use her safe word, but it both helped to set the tone of the session and impress upon her the choice that she was making. This was the last chance she had to end this before I truly started to seriously dominate her as I pleased. Months of talking were coming to an end, and now she had to make her final choice.

Qilina licked her lips and after a few moments of hesitation said in a whisper, "No."

A small smile graced my muzzle for a brief moment before I schooled my face back to casual indifference.

"Stand up!"

Qilina stood. I picked up the cuffs and attached them to her wrists. She stared at the cuffs as I buckled them on tight enough to hold her but not tight enough to hurt. I used a small step stool hidden in the closet to attach the middle link of the chain to the swivel hook above her head. I liked the nice little click that the safety latch made as it closed to keep the link from slipping off the hook when Qilina struggled, as I knew that she would.

I rapped the inside of Qilina's hooves with my right shoe.

"Spread them!" I told her. "You are _always_to be on display and available for my pleasure. You know that!"

Obediently, she opened her cloven feet about two feet wide, exposing her nether regions quite nicely. I could tell that her boys appreciated the view from the way they started to shift on the couch. I shot them a nasty look, and they quieted.

The blindfold went on next. Qilina's world went black. Her ears twitched back and forth, as she sought to capture any sound that might tell her what was happening. Since she was unable to see me now, I let myself smile at her plight. I always loved how the submissive females with muscular ears would twitch so much. I wondered briefly how many of them understood that this was part of the game that I was playing.

I sat back down in my chair and let her simmer for almost five minutes. From the way her skin would twitch every so often, I was confident that the waiting and her imagination was getting to her, just as I desired. Her imagination was likely far worse than the reality of what I would do to her. Letting her stand there waiting and thinking was probably the best way to bring her to a nice sexual tizzy without even touching her.

Taking in the view of this beautiful naked and bound femfur was rather enjoyable for her male companions as well. The bulges in their pants told me that her billy goats were certainly appreciating what they were seeing. They had been a condition for getting Qilina to this point. I actually did not like working for an audience, but I knew both of them in passing and appreciated Qilina's desire to have them here. There had been another Dom that did not understand the difference between submission and slavery. She trusted me, but she also wanted insurance. I was willing to give it to her, for a variety of reasons.

Qilina was also obviously anticipating what was to come. Her labia glistened with a bit of her dew, and the musky scent of her arousal was growing rather strong in the room. I had little doubt that she wanted what was to come now.

I removed my shoes. I had allowed my toenails to grow a bit long. Walking over the hardwood floor of the sitting area, they made a nice little clicking noise. I could see Qilina's ears zero in on that sound as I picked up the towel and its goodies and laid them out on the bed. I selected the bunny flogger from the collection and returned to where Qilina stood waiting in anticipation. I swung the flogger back and forth a few times. It made a quiet swishing sound as the many furred tails cut the air.

I did not strike immediately. Instead, I walked around her slowly several times. It allowed me to inspect her body and enjoy the many magnificent views it offered. A smile grew on my muzzle as I inspected her body. She certainly deserved it with all her pleasant curves.

Qilina was growing increasingly agitated, but I kept to my plan. Several times, I paused behind her. I could tell that she expected me to flog her from the way that her skin twitched in anticipation of the first taste of the flogger, but I would continue again after a few seconds. I almost laughed at the way her shoulders and body slumped when the flogging that she was expecting did not occur.

I made one last circle of Qilina before stopping behind her. I reversed the flogger in my hand. The top was a large ball covered in soft faux rabbit fur. I pressed the ball against Qilina's spine just below her neck and drew it slowly downwards along her spine. She cried out and arched her back, but I kept the ball pressed against her back. When I reached the base of her tail, I grabbed her tail and dragged the ball along its length, all the way to her tuft before finally releasing the pressure. She tried to dance away from the ball, but her cuffs held her in place. She was forced to endure me dominating her and playing with her body.

I did not stop there. Now that I had begun, I began probing her body, seeking out her tender spots and erogenous zones. I ran the ball over her back and sides. I shifted to the front and noted how much the rabbit fur tickled her stomach. I knelt and ran the ball over her legs, avoiding her inner thighs for the moment.

I shifted my position to kneel behind Qilina, which put my head level with her curvaceous ass. I was very, very tempted to break from my plans and grab the forbidden fruit that was so close to me, but I kept my resolve and instead ran the ball of the flogger over her butt. I did take extra time and ensured that every square inch felt the soft fur pressed against it.

It became apparent that Qilina had been telling the truth about her scaled regions. From the way she was jumping from the touch of the ball, she must have been feeling something akin to the sensations on her furred regions. I was glad, as my plans had been built on that.

I stood by Qilina's right side. I ran the ball over her lightly furred right breast. She jerked more strongly than she had before.

"You jiggle nicely," I told her as I cupped her breast in my left hand. I held her teat gently as I proceeded to run the furred ball over her breast before concentrating on her aureole and finally her nipple. She was breathing hard and fast by the time that I was done. I glanced down and saw wetness on her inner thighs. I had her close to an orgasm.

I shifted from her right breast to her left breast and gave it similar treatment. By the time that I was done, she was giving cute little cries as she tried to hide her arousal and failed. It was obvious how much she wanted to climax now. I held her just short of release, though. I had other plans for her right now. The denial of her orgasm would no doubt enhance it, when I finally gave it to her.

I lowered my aim and ran the ball over Qilina's inner thighs. As I expected, she promptly clamped her legs shut.

"Bad little submissive!" I chided her in a low growl. "It looks like your Dom is going to have to take steps!"

I loved the mixed look of consternation and anxiety that appeared on her muzzle. It was just what I wanted, and this little faux pas gave me the excuse I wanted to move to the next stage in her domination.

I set aside the flogger for a moment and grabbed the spreader bar. I secured the cuff firmly on her right ankle, being sure that it was tight enough not to slip off over her hoof while not being too tight and threatening to cut off her circulation. I pulled her hoofs apart until I could slip the spreader bar between them. Glancing up at her nether regions, I paused a moment to appreciate the view of her tight anal rose and nectar covered pussy lips before attaching the cuff to her left ankle.

Her legs were now held spread apart nearly three feet. I suspect that it was a bit uncomfortable, but I had good reasons for wanting her this open. Qilina tried repeatedly to close her legs, but it soon became obvious that she was going to spend the rest of the session with them wide-open and her nether regions fully exposed to me. There would be no avoiding whatever I wanted to do to her as I dominated her.

I ran the ball slowly up and down her inner thighs to tease her. She cried out and tried to get away, I but reached around and grabbed the base of her tail to hold her in place. By the time I stopped, her nectar was flowing freely.

I had intended to play with her labia and clit for a bit, but from the way she was flowing and the moans of loud sexual arousal coming from above, me, I doubted that she would last. Instead, I pressed the ball hard against her clitoris and twisted it back and forth. Qilina cried out as she orgasmed. I just held the ball in place, and she ground her cunny against it as hard as she could throughout her entire orgasm, which lasted quite some time, based upon her wildly gyrating hips.

When she was done, I stood and placed the ball of the flogger against her nose. It was covered in her juices, and the smell no doubt filled her world, as she stood there bound and blindfolded.

"You were a very naughty little submissive, cumming without permission. You are going to have to be punished how," I chided her.

The thought of me punishing her seemed to bring Qilina out of her afterglow. Her ears perked up, and she stood up straighter. She even took a partial step backwards. I was sure that she was thinking about the other end of the flogger now. It is one thing to say that you will let someone flog you. The sudden reality of facing such a prospect was apparently daunting.

I leaned in and whispered, "Green, yellow, or red?"

"Green," she whispered back, even though it was clear that she was concerned about the pain that expected to soon come.

To be honest, I did not care that she had climaxed. This was for fun, after all. However, it did open up opportunities for play punishments, just as I had intended.

I took the flogger into the .bathroom for a moment to clean and dry the handle. Letting her wait and worry was a nice side benefit, but I wanted to make sure that the leather-wrapped handle would not slip from my hand. Somewhat ruefully, I thought that by the end of the day my bunnies were going to need a lot of shampoo and conditioner or even a trip to the fur salon.

My nails clicking against the floor announced my return. Once again, I circled Qilina as she stood bound before me, and once again, I could see her breathing quicken in anticipation. Her Adam's apple bobbed up and down as she swallowed nervously. She had no real idea what I was going to do to her next, and it both excited and frightened her, just as I intended.

Ever so delicately, I ran the tails of the bunny flogger up her left side starting at her flanks and going over all of her ribs. The tails are incredibly soft, and the light touch did as I intended. She danced at the tickling sensation.

I smiled wickedly. Apparently, her scales were indeed quite sensitive. Just to prove it to myself and have some fun with her, I ran the tails over her right side with the same results.

I spent the next several minutes enjoying playing with my submissive. I ran the tails over her entire body starting with her sides and back. She yelped repeatedly as I tickled her body. Her attempts to evade me as I used them to tickle her stomach were almost comical. I was surprised at how sensitive her legs and even fetlocks were and filed that information away for the future. I held her by the tail as I worked the flogger's tails over her ass. She repeatedly wanted to jump away from them, but her bonds and my hand held her in check.

I barely touched her nipples with the tip of one of the tails. She was already hard from my attentions, and she groaned in a mixture of pleasure and anticipation from the feathery touch. I did not spare her for long. Soon the tails were running over both her thin-furred breast. Her erratic yips showed that I was driving her nuts. Interestingly, she thrust her teats forward to meet the flogger's tails rather than retreated. Equally telling, her nectar was flowing again.

I stopped.

After a moment, Qilina whimpered in complaint. She stood there with drooping ears and pouting frown, waiting for me to continue but knowing that she could not ask for it. Even her tail fell.

I pushed her head up.

"Hold this position," I commanded her quietly. When I released my hand, she kept her muzzle pointed towards the ceiling.

I cupped her left breast and gave it a bit of a squeeze. She uttered a small squeak, more from surprise than anything else, but did not otherwise complain. I saw her ears flick forward as I brought the flogger back over my shoulder. She might have called for a stop, but I was too quick. I brought the flogger tails down on her mammary.

If I had done the same with a leather or other heavy, hard flogger, I likely would have caused considerable pain and perhaps even damage. It certainly would not be too hard to cause welts and even bleeding, if I had struck with another flogger or something like a tawse. The beauty of the bunny flogger was that it is virtually impossible to cause pain, let alone any damage. Instead of a hard hit sending pain racing through her chest, the stroke was more of a sensual caress of her tit.

I proceeded to flog her left teat repeatedly, working my way over every exposed square inch. Qilina gave repeated cries of pleasure and was stamping her hooves in sexual frustration by the time that I ceased. There was just the slightest hint of pink under her fur, even though I had given her a very thorough flogging.

Her right tit was next.

I used a slower tempo both to draw out the flogging and to keep her near the edge of another orgasm without sending her over the cliff I was building. Qilina was certainly getting close, judging by her cries of pleasure. I hoped that the walls of the room were as thick and soundproof as advertised. I certainly did not the hotel security to be checking up on us! At least most of the people would be over at the convention this afternoon.

When I finished, Qilina was moaning and twisting in her chains. I moved around back and lifted her tail back up. I am sure that she expected me to start flogging her ass, but I had other plans that I doubt she was expecting or had even seriously contemplated as a possibility.

Using an underhand stroke, I brought the flogger up under her body, between her spread legs. The tips fell on her pussy. A quick jerk back pulled them over her sensitive flesh.

Qilina screamed as she felt the sudden intense stimulation of her cunt and promptly climaxed.

I ignored her and continued to pussy whip her from behind. I aimed as carefully as I could as she jumped about, but I ended up striking her inner thighs and lower ass cheeks as much as her pussy. It seemed all good to her, though, judging by her cries. I certainly did not mind, and the view of her dancing ass was certainly quite enjoyable.

After she came down from her orgasmic high, she slumped in her bonds. From the occasional twitching of her body and the small cries I could hear from her, she seemed to be enjoying the afterglow that was enveloping her body as the last fragments of her orgasm played out. However, I did not want her to just stand there in a stupor. I had more plans for her this afternoon.

I set aside the flogger and got a sports bottle filled with ice water from the refrigerator. I ran the cold bottle over her cheeks and forehead. The cold condensation seemed to wake her back up. I flipped up the straw and placed it against her lips.

"Say nothing, but drink what you want," I told her.

She seemed to be grateful for the cold liquid. She drank half the bottle before releasing the straw. I refilled the bottle and set it back in the refrigerator.

From the top drawer of the bureau, I pulled out a pair of latex gloves and put them on. I liked how my sub jumped just a bit at the sound of the thin plastic gloves snapping into place. I looked down at my available toys and decided to start with Nova.

Nova the Breeder might be the smallest of the dildos that we had selected, but he was hardly tiny, even in the small version. He sported a one-and-a-half inch diameter head to open up Qilina and a knot just over two inches across to hold the six-inch-long shaft firmly in her pussy. I was sure that he would be a good opening act. I grabbed a tube of lubricant and went back to Qilina.

I knelt in front Qilina on the mat. She jumped when my latex-encased fingers started to stroke her pussy lips.

"Now, now!" I gently chided my submissive. "You were the one who wanted this. Moreover, you are hardly inexperienced in sex. Now be still!"

Qilina was well lubricated from her own juices, so I decided to forego the lubricant.

I pressed the knob of the dildo against her cunny. She rose up to the tips of her hooves, trying to escape the silicone hub, but I followed her body upwards until she ran out of hoof. She tried to get away by twisting her hips, but I grabbed her with my left hand as I slowly inserted the knob of the dildo into her cunny. I liked watching her nether lips spread open by the pointed tip of the toy. It really was a good opening act for play such as this. Qilina's squeal of pleasure seemed to indicate that she agreed.

I paused for a bit once the head was inserted to allow her body to adjust to the soft plastic that was beginning to enter her most intimate regions. However, it was only a few seconds before I was sliding the shaft of the dildo deeper and deeper into her vagina using slow, easy thrusts that grew steadily deeper. She was hardly that tight after a couple of orgasms, but I still went slow and gentle for her first penetration. No sense messing up an afternoon of pleasure by rushing and hurting her unintentionally

Qilina became rather vocal as I worked the dildo deeper and deeper into her body. She gave a cute little "Eep!" the first time that she felt the knot press against her outer labia. The shaft was one thing, but the knot was almost twice its diameter. It was definitely going to push her open.

It took some extra pressure, but I was able to slide the knot into Qilina's cunt without too much resistance. I slid it into her vagina until the base was pressed against her crotch. I let go, and the dildo remained in place.

My Qilina was firmly tied to the toy.

I waited a few seconds to see if she would try to expel the dildo, but she seemed to embrace it strongly with her vaginal muscles instead. The knot made sure that it could not slip from her wet interior. Confident that the dildo was not moving until I removed it, I stood back up.

"Now that wasn't so bad now, was it?" I asked while briefly inspecting Qilina's body.

"N- No!" she replied in an unsteady voice. It was clear that the toy in her love canal was giving her sexual fits.

"Good!" I told her while stroking her back. "Because that is just the start!"

Ignoring her little bleat, I returned to the bed and selected the small butt plug, a tube of anal lubricant and the bunny flogger. I set them on the floor beside Qilina.

"Turn around!" I ordered Qilina.

With some difficulty and apparently a lot of stimulation from Nova, Qilina managed o turn around and face away from the couch.

"I think we'll give the audience a bit of a show," I told her as I placed my left hand on her stomach and pushed. She took a couple of baby steps backwards. I pressed between her shoulder blades, and she bent forward until her torso was bent nearly forty-five degrees.

"Arch your back and stick that nice, full, round ass of yours out," I whispered in her left ear. Obediently, she complied. I took her head in my hands and rotated it carefully so that she was looking away from me with the side of her face pressed against her right arm.

"Flag that tail," I told Qilina. Obediently, she lifted it high and to the right, exposing her tail hole and cunny completely to view.

I reached down and grabbed the base of the dildo.

"Did you ever see feral canines mate?" I asked. "When the male is done tying to his bitch, he steps over her back so that they are tail-to-tail. She experiences something like this."

I slowly rotated the dildo a half turn in Qilina's cunny. She bit her lower lip and stamped her right hoof hard, but it was obvious that the length of silicone rubbing angst her interior was electrifying.

"Of course," I added as I shifted my grip, "I don't have to stop at a stepover."

I continued to twist the dildo in Qilina's cunt several more turns. She resisted me for some reason, perhaps to draw out her pleasure, but eventually she buried her muzzle in her arm and screamed as she climaxed. I enjoyed her muffled cries as I continued playing with the dildo. It as a pleasant way to dominate her, and she certainly did not seem to object too strongly, if the amount of her nectar on my fingers was any indication of her pleasure.

When she was done, I adjusted Nova so that he was inserted as if a feral canine was tied to her. While I enjoyed getting her off like this, I had ulterior motives. With her latest washout, she would be able to concentrate better on what I had planned next.

Qilina's head shot up when she felt me run my index finger up and down the crack of her ass. I applied a little extra pressure every time that I came to her pink anal rose. Her anus jumped a bit each time I touched it.

"Come now, Qilina," I admonished her. "You know my preferences, and you agreed to this."

Qilina quieted back down, but her body was tense in anticipation.

I continued to play with her for several seconds. I was careful not to penetrate her, but I did pause more and more each time that I came to her anus until eventually I was just running the tip of my finger over it in a circular motion. I knelt both to get a better view and easier access to the lubricant and butt plug.

Qilina jumped slightly when she heard the top of the lubricant tube pop open, but she remained still. I drizzled a bit on her crack and allowed it to dribble down until it reached her sphincter. I worked it over the exterior of her wrinkled anus until it was thoroughly coated. I enjoyed how it glistened.

I let another dollop of lubricant fall and land on my latex covered finger. I pressed harder against Qilina's back door. My well-lubricated digit tip met some resistance at first. Qilina started dancing again, trying to close her legs, but it was to no avail. The spreader bar made that impossible. I applied a little harder pressure, and the tip of my finger slid into her tail hole. I worked it deeper until it was nearly completely buried.

Qilina's butt started gyrating wildly when I wriggled my finger against her rectum wall. I laughed, but I did not stop. Instead, I started to twist it back and forth as well to help relax her anal muscles. I half withdrew my finger and applied more lubricant before plunging it back into her ass hole. All the while, she was dancing around on my finger in a most delectable manner. I briefly wondered if she realized how much of the movement of my finger was her doing, not mine.

When I was confident that her rectal entry well lubricated and her anal muscles were relaxed enough. I withdrew my finger. Picking up the small butt plug, I greased it thoroughly. It was only nominally larger than my finger, so it slid into Qilina's bottom easily. I thrust it in and out repeatedly before using the heel of my hand to push it in until the base was pressed hard against her behind.

"Now just hold that there," I ordered Qilina.

I was being devious and setting Qilina up for failure. The maximum diameter of the butt plug was barely larger than the shaft of the base. As well lubricated as it was, the natural tendency was for the tapered cone was to slide out unless held in place. She clenched her ass cheeks as tightly as possible, but the spreader bar and her bent position prevented her from grabbing the base of the butt plug. She fought bravely, but in less than a minute, the butt plug slid out of her ass and dropped to the floor.

"I thought that I told you to keep that in," I told her with mock severity. "Now you will have to be punished!"

I took off the gloves and tossed them out. I picked up the bunny flogger. I smiled as I looked at her ass thrust out in the perfect position for a paddling or, in this case, flogging. I dangled the tails over her buttocks and played a bit by slowly drawing them across her fleshy behind. I took the time to enjoy the sight of her very spankable bottom as well.

After several minutes of play, Qilina seemed to be reaching the apex of anticipation and dread. Her body was quite tense. As I played the tails gently over her ass, I whispered in her ear again, "Green, yellow, red?"

It took a few moments for her to reply. She obviously expected a hard beating from me. Why I was not sure, since she had already been given dozens of strokes with the bunny flogger to without serious consequences. Nonetheless, she replied somewhat hesitantly, "Green."

I casually cupped her left breast as it hung down beneath her. I continued to dance the tails of the flogger over her flanks as well. I played with her teat as well as her behind for a few more seconds before rearing back and delivering a strong blow to her ass cheeks.

It cannot be overstated how light the bunny flogger really is. As a test, I used it on my scrotum, striking hard. While not comfortable or particularly sensuous, it was not the least bit painful either. The blow that I delivered barely stung, if that, but it had a nice sound that made her jump. It took a few seconds for it to register that her ass was not hurting in the least.

I released her breast and moved to stand directly behind her. I started swinging the flogger back and forth using a motion shaped like an infinity sign. I landed repeated blows on both her ass cheeks. I did not count how many, but it was dozens over the course of several minutes. I continued until I saw a hint of pink seep into her scales.

When I was satisfied, I said, "Now let's try that again, but this time with something larger."

A worried look passed over Qilina's face. There were plenty of larger things sitting on the bed. It had been okay to say yes when it was just a possibility that they would be used on her, but now that the reality was imminent she looked like she was having second thoughts.

I paused a moment. She did not use her safe words, so I continued.

I was sure that she was expecting the largest butt plug or dildo this time. Instead, I placed both the small and medium butt plugs on the floor. After putting on a new pair of gloves, I knelt beside Qilina and reached out to spread her ass cheeks as wide as possible. Her pink anal rose jumped as I blew air on it. I laughed a bit at her reaction before blowing on it again.

Qilina had been well lubricated and stretched a bit before, so I did not hesitate. I applied a generous amount of lubricant to my index fingertip. When I pressed it against her anus, it slid right in. I ran my fingertip around her anus, gently pushing and pulling to start to stretch her muscles. She loosened slowly, but that just gave me more time to enjoy my play. When she felt ready, I greased my index and middle fingers. Carefully, I inserted just the tip of my middle finger until my index fingertip pressed against her wrinkled sphincter. I rotated my hand and kept pressing. Her anus opened as I worked it until both my fingertips were past her anus and partially into her rectum. She mewed repeatedly, and I was not sure if it was in pleasure or pain. She did not try to stop me, so I kept going.

I applied more lubricant and made sure that she was very well greased before withdrawing. I put a dab of lubricant on the small butt plug and pushed it into her ass. I barely met any resistance. I worked it in and out several times, more for the pleasure of seeing her anal rose open and close than anything else. I could hear her breathing, already heavy, quicken, and there were notable moans coming from her muzzle again.

I buried the small butt plug in her ass and held it there with my left hand. I snapped open the tube of lubricant and applied a generous amount to the medium-size butt plug. It was almost twice the diameter of the small butt plug and an inch longer.

With the medium butt plug lubricated, I removed the small butt plug from Qilina's bottom. I am not sure what she was expecting, but there was a small shriek of dismay when she felt the blunt tip of the larger butt plug force her anus open far wider than its smaller brother did. I gently pushed and pulled to work it deeper and deeper into her rectum. I took my time so that I did not hurt her or tear her anus, but inch by inch, the black silicone plug disappeared into her ass. Finally, the largest portion passed her anus, and the entire plug slipped into her interior, filling her rectum. Not only that, Nova was still sitting in her pussy, tied to her.

The look on Qilina's face was classic as she experienced the fullness of the butt plug filling her behind. I savored the sight as I stood and removed my gloves.

"Now back to your punishment," I said.

I used the bunny flogger liberally on every portion of her backside from the base of her tail to her knees that I could reach. I let it slip between her legs and caress her inner thighs but was careful not to touch her nether regions.

As I worked, I could hear Qilina's moans of pleasure growing more intense and frequent. She appeared to still be well short of another climax but quite aroused, which was exactly where I wanted her for the next stage.

I set aside the flogger and picked up David. While I waited for the edge to come off Qilina's arousal, I greased the seven-plus-inch shaft. It might not be quite as large as my own canine penis, but this mythological werewolf sported a two-inch diameter head and three-and-a-half-inch diameter knot that flared out smoothly from the natural reddish-pink shaft. The base had the look of the last half-inch or so of a canine's sheath and was modeled in a firmer gray polymer reminiscent of a gray wolf's pelt. While only a medium size, this was a serious toy that was going to start to test Qilina.

I grabbed the base of Nova and pulled. It took some effort to dislodge it from her vagina. Apparently, she had been enjoying being filled by the toy, because a large amount of her nectar fell to the floor from her open cunny lips.

"My, my! Such a mess!" I commented. Qilina's face and much of her body blazed crimson. She had been caught, and there was no way to deny her pleasure at my attentions.

I slipped the pointed tip of David between her labia. She was already open so wide that I had most of the knob into her before I encountered any resistance. Leaving Nova inside her for so long had relaxed her vaginal muscles nicely, but David's shaft was almost as large as Nova's knot. It took some effort and extra lubrication to work the first several inches of it into her cunt.

After the first four inches were in Qilina's cunt, David's knot started to stretch her open. She gasped as she felt me work the two-and-a-half inch diameter silicone knot into her pussy. She cried out several times, but it was clear from her sexual responses that she was enjoying being forced open by David.

I continued to work the dildo into Qilina until his entire shaft inches were buried in her. All that was left visible was the gray base.

Qilina was panting now. I could have dragged it out further, but I decided to give her release, since this session was about fun and I was not really punishing her. I started rotating David in her vagina with my right hand while rubbing her engorged clit with my left. I barely made it a half turn before she climaxed with a loud shriek that left no doubts about her enjoyment of what I was doing to her.

"My, you are a vocal one, aren't you?" I asked with a laugh as I continued to play with her clit and draw out her orgasm. From her cries, I think I managed to give her two small ones after the first big one, so I was quite satisfied.

When she was done, Qilina slumped in her chains. I was not surprised, given all that I had done to her so far. I knew that it was time for another short break. I helped her stand up and went to the refrigerator again. The ice water seemed to revitalize her, but I still gave her a five-minute break. When I noticed her hips and lower torso contracting to press her inner flesh against the silicone intruders buried within her, I smiled. It was clearly time to continue.

I went to the bureau and brought out a pair of breast bands. These were essentially one-inch wide rubber bands designed to go around the base of a femfur's breasts. While I had not displayed them, I had negotiated their usage earlier. I had just purposefully left out my plans to use them to surprise her a bit.

I used both my paws to stretch one of the bands wide open and slip it over Qilina's right breast. I released it carefully so that it would not painfully snap against her tender flesh. The band pressed firmly against her breast, depressing her skin perhaps a quarter inch. It was enough to constrict blood flow back through her veins slightly without posing a chance of doing real damage if removed in any reasonable time. The band also helped lift and thrust forward her teat. The second band soon went around her left breast.

Qilina did not seem to know quite what to make of this development. I could see her puzzled expression. She was trying to guess what I would do, but I doubt she expected my next move.

I quietly opened the refrigerator and took out a full sport bottle of ice water. I set it on the bureau and waited as it condensed the moisture from the humid summer air and formed a nice, cold layer of water on the exterior. I picked up the water bottle and went back to Qilina.

As I had waited, the bands had started to do their work. Blood was beginning to be trapped in her breasts, and they were just a bit larger. Her nipples were responding very nicely as well. Each was fully erect. Looking at them, I smiled as I raised the bottle and touched its cold surface to her left nipple.

Qilina screamed in shock as the cold raced through her sensitized nipple. She jumped back as best she could. I made no move to follow her. Instead, I allowed her to calm down and resume her waiting position before touching the bottle to her right nipple. Her second scream was nearly as loud as her first.

I made Qilina dance by rubbing the bottle over her breasts. I slowly soaked her breast fur with the cold condensation. She stopped her screaming after she figured out what was happening and accepted it, but she was gritting her teeth and biting her lower lip by the time that I finished.

While I enjoyed her antics, I had other plans. I ran the bottle up and down her cleavage a couple of times before setting it aside.

"You still jiggle nicely," I complimented her as I picked up the bunny flogger again. "Now let's see if I can warm up your titties some."

I started on her right teat. I used up and down strokes to flog her breast. I smiled as it jumped up and down very nicely. I caused no real damage, but the trapped blood inside her mammary was enhancing the effects of the blows. She was gasping from the strong sensations coming from her bosom as I worked her right breast over with the flogger for nearly three minutes.

Her left breast received a similar treatment. Her gasps took on a decidedly husky tone and were intermixed with some moans of pleasure as I ran her through a gamut of sensations. She actually started to thrust her chest out to allow me easier access.

I switched to a backhand stroke that brought the tails of the flogger down hard on her nipples and aureoles. Apparently, Qilina found my attentions very pleasurable. She leaned forward as far as she could to give me maximum access to her teats. She was also mewing with desire. It was not long before she climaxed with a half-scream, half-growl of pleasure.

I laughed and asked her as I removed the breast bands, "Did you enjoy that?"

"Yes!" she replied emphatically.

I filed away that little tidbit of information. I did not know when or even if I would ever have the opportunity to dominate her again, but if I did it appeared some gentle breast torture might be in order.

I tossed aside the bands and put on gloves again. Qilina's ears were on swivels as she tried to figure out what I was going to do next.

I glanced at her billy goats. To say it mildly, they were aroused and apparently a little bit more. I could see the whites of their eyes and some wet spots on their crotches. I just smiled. They were so enraptured by Qilina and her predicament that they missed it.

I grabbed Qilina by the waist and ordered her, "Turn around again."

I helped her move back into position with her ass facing the goats. Both the dildo and butt plug were prominently displayed to them.

I left Qilina standing there while I prepared for my next little bit of fun. I setup Bruiser with the cum tube and a syringe-full of the cum lube. Rather than replace the cap on the large bottle of cum lube, I took out a modified cap that I had hidden in the bureau. It had a small CO2cartridge taken from a paintball marker, a mini-regulator with pressure gauge and a valve.

One of the billy goats leaned forward and opened his mouth to speak. I sent him a look that clearly said I would rip his throat out if he said a word. He got the message and sat back rather quickly, but it was obvious that he was dying to know what I was doing next.

I sealed the top of the cum lube jar with my homemade pressure cap. There was easily seven ounces of stringy white lubricant left inside. Quietly, I opened the regulator and pressurized the bottle to ten psi. The pressure held, so I was ready.

I grabbed Qilina's tail with my left hand while simultaneously grasping the base of David. I pulled. She was well tied to the toy, but I was able to force it out of her cunt with some difficulty. Another torrent of nectar fell to the floor and soaked the mat as her pent-up juices were released.

"My, someone certainly seems to be enjoying being abused!" I said with mock surprise. I was honestly surprised when every part of her body turned a deep shade of red again. It seemed that I had struck closer to the truth than she would have liked to hear.

A large Bruiser was a serious dildo, and I did not want to risk Qilina being hurt, so I also reached under her tail and removed the butt plug. I paused and held her in place by the tail to allow her billy goats to get a good look at her wide-open holes. They both leaned forward and blinked, a look of combined shock, surprise and lust on their faces. Their tents grew a bit larger as their penises strained under the fabric of their pants.

After a moment, I knelt again. I used some of the regular lubricant to coat Bruiser's nine-inch-long shaft. I liked the dark red natural-color that Bad Dragon had created for it. I paid particular attention to the three-and-a-half-inch diameter knot. Qilina had apparently enjoyed the two earlier knots, but this was a big step up. It also had ridges along the shaft between the head and knot that would provide stimulation. It would certainly be interesting going in.

"Stand back up," I commanded Qilina.

Obediently, she resumed a standing position, though it was notable how much more effort it took her after being filled for the better part of an hour.

I checked that everything was ready. Seeing that it was, I began.

Bruiser had a head diameter of over two-and-a-quarter-inches, almost as large as David's knot, but the blunt silicone knob slid right into Qilina's still open slit. She gave a little grunt and bit her lower lip, but she seemed to be in no pain, so I continued to press upwards. It was a bit of hard going, so I used one hand to depress the plunger of the syringe and give a small shot of cum lube into Qilina's vagina. She obviously did not expect it, because she gave a small yelp. It did its job, though, and I was able to work the dildo deeper into her waiting cunt.

I kept pushing Bruiser upwards, sliding the two-inch-plus shaft past her labia and into her waiting vagina. Every so often, I would use a small squirt of cum lube, much as if Bruiser were shooting a bit of pre-cum into his chosen female. Along with her own juices, it allowed me to reach the knot without too much difficulty or pain to her. I was sure that she was feeling rather filled and perhaps was remembering how large this toy's knot was.

I twisted and pushed the first bit of the knot into Qilina's cunny. I looked up at her face. She was open-mouth gasping, and I was not sure if it was from pleasure or pain. I asked, "Green, yellow or red?"

After a moment, she managed to squeak out, "Green!"

I was a bit surprised by her response, but pleasantly so. I had expected a yellow at the least. Apparently, she did like her males large.

I continued my work, using the rest of the syringe to help lubricate the shaft and front portion of the knot. Qilina was grasping her hands into fists as I worked it deeper and deeper into her cunt. The ridges had to be stimulating her strongly. Her gasps, groans and moans grew intermixed, and it was hard to tell which came from pain and which came from intense sexual pleasure.

"Yellow!" she finally cried out.

"Almost there," I responded calmly.

Indeed, the largest part of the knot was sliding past her labia and into her waiting vagina. It had to feel like I was shoving a soda can into her pussy, but she appeared to be able to accept it. A few more thrusts and the fake balls of the base pressed against her pussy lips.

With a smile, I unleashed my next surprise.

I quickly shifted the cum tube from the syringe to the bottle. Practice and some quick-connects allowed me to do it in less than a second. I opened the valve on the bottle of cum lube. The pressure promptly sent the simulated jism gushing through the tube to spray deep into Qilina's womb, just as if Bruiser had dumped an ounce of cum in her in a single spurt as he climaxed hard.

Qilina's head shot back, and she screamed so loud that I was surprised that the con was not calling and asking us to be quiet. I was mildly concerned that the hotel might come looking for us, but fortunately no one knocked at the door.

I modulated the valve back and forth to give Qilina a simulated male orgasm. I kept the pressure high for the first few large shots, but I allowed it to tail off as if Bruiser was slowly emptying his testicles. Each shot was a little smaller than and not quite as strong as the last, but I did manage to keep Bruiser going for nearly a minute. By the time that I was done all that was left of the cum lube was a small pool at the bottom.

Qilina's pussy was a fine mess. The knot had kept most of the cum lube in her, but there was enough pressure built up from her orgasm and all the fluid inside her to force a fair amount out anyway. It was covering all of her crotch and thighs in a slimy white mess. Strings were starting to drip down onto the mat as well

I disconnected the bottle. The quick disconnect kept the end sealed, so there was no sudden emptying of her womb. She was effectively filled to capacity with the simulated sperm. Only the removal of Bruiser was going to give her release.

I set aside the bottle and stood. For just a moment, I contemplated the bound female before me. She was certainly a fine study in submission with her flogged body, puffy anus and very filled pussy. A wide smile slowly crept onto my muzzle.

After several seconds of looking at Qilina, I turned to her billy goats. Their tent poles could have been used for a car tent sale, and they had pumped out enough pre-cum and likely cum from watching the show to end the drought in California.

I held out my hand to the nearer male and demanded, "Give me your room key!"

The billy goat just stared at me blankly.

"Well?!"

He gave himself a little shake and reached behind him to take out his wallet.

"Why the heck do you want our room key?" he asked in confusion.

"Because I am not going to spend the next two hours in the lobby when there is a perfectly good room at the other end of the hallway that is not going to be occupied," I replied.

I grabbed the key card from his limp hand and walked to the door.

"I will be back in two-and-a-half hours. I expect everything to be immaculately clean," I said. I paused at the door and added with a pointed glance at the toys, "And I mean everything! Do not force me to show you how well I can dominate males as well as females!"

I closed the door behind me. I doubled over and silently laughed at the shocked look of my three companions. They obviously had never considered this turn of events. Two hours free in a hotel room with some interesting toys and each other with which to play. I was sure that Qilina was going to get plenty of action this afternoon.

Almost, I was tempted to remain and watch, but I decided to give them their privacy instead. What the three companions did from this point on was their business, not mine, so long as Qilina was willing. I had little doubt that she would be more than willing and would, in fact, show them some very interesting things if they were foolish enough to release her.

I walked quickly down to the other room. I needed to do more than a bit of cleanup myself. An undersized athletic supporter and some thin adult diapers under my jeans had allowed me to seem indifferent while I dominated Qilina, but I could still feel considerable wetness through my fur. I also intended to enjoy an empty room, a small tube of lube hidden in my pocket and thoughts of what could be happening in my room.

I smiled. It had been enjoyable to finally dominate my friend at her request. I thought that she had likely enjoyed the session as well, given her responses to my attentions. Now, it was time to slip into their Jacuzzi and relax while jacking off. Afterwards, there would be a large steak dinner with my name on it. It would be a pleasant way to end the evening.

I paused at the door to their hotel room. My sensitive ears could just catch more of Qilina's cries and the bleats of two goats. I laughed and closed the door behind me. Apparently, the soundproofing of the rooms was pretty good!