A Vixen's Night Out

Written by BondoFox

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Written by nikiya, for the pleasure of BondoFox
Furryized by BondoFox

I am in for a treat tonight! You called from work and told me to shower again and dress, as you are going to take me out to dinner when you get home. This time you allow me the choice of what to wear for you.

I hurry to finish the new dress I was making, glad for the excuse. I shower with my favorite rose soap because the scent lingers on me and through my fur. My eyes sparkle as I choose my bra with the slits in the cups, knowing you can make my nipples perk out at the slightest suggestive word from you. I try out my new “pantyhose” that are really more garter belt and stockings in one as my pussy and bottom are exposed and available to you. The flowery cotton material of my dress is dense enough that I decide against a slip. I like to be as naked as I can for you as long as I don’t overly expose what belongs to you, to anyone else. I leave my heels by the door so I don’t have to slip them on until the last minute. When I hear you at the door I almost dance over to greet you, excited to see you and hoping for a deep kiss. I smile happily in welcome and give a low squeal of delight as you press my body against yours in a sensual hug. I adore the sound of the word “kitten” in my ear and eagerly follow you back out to the car.

At the car door, you pull my paws behind my back and smoothly slip on the paw cuffs. This timing unnerves me a bit, and my long tail twitches beneath my captive paws, but you are my Master and no thought of protest crosses my mind. I settle into the seat as best I can and you adjust my seal belt. We talk pleasantly as you drive, as if I am not sitting here as your bound slave. You know I am well aware of the cuffs as I tug slightly from time to time, useless though that is.

You pull up at the restaurant and turn a serious look on me. In a stern voice you ask if I will be a good girl so you can remove the cuffs or must they be left on?

Of course I reply, “I’ll behave, Master”, eager to have them removed. I feel grateful when you release my paws and hold my arm as you guide me into the restaurant.

We are enjoying a fine meal, your choices are excellent, as always. I am proud to be seen out with you. Then the ferret at a nearby table catches my eye. He is definitely flirting with me. I try to ignore him, but his antics catch my attention. I can’t help but smile at his silliness. Seeing this, you slap my thigh and hand me my collar.

“Put this on, kitten.”

I look quickly around at our fellow diners and turn a pleading look on you.

“Now,” you command, your tone brooking no argument. You are obviously serious.

I slowly take the collar from you and fasten it around my neck, keeping my eyes down for the next several minutes. A noise from the nearby table gets my attention again. As I look over, the ferret deliberately catches my eye once more and winks, giving me a long, slow, smile. I find myself smiling and winking back.

You take my chin in your paw and turn my face to yours. “I’ll take care of you when we get home.” This is stated matter-of-factly, but suddenly my appetite is gone. I always yearn for your touch and need your discipline … but I have found that sometimes the cost for my misbehavior is more than I bargained for.

“Are you done eating, kitten?”

I want to say “no” and stay here where I am “safe”, but can’t eat another bite so I lowly murmur, “Yes, Master.”

You take my arm again as we go out the door to the car. Your grip is much firmer this time.

Your only words on the way home are, “You disappointed me, kitten.”

I stare at my lap, out the window, anywhere but meeting your gaze. I am fidgety, sure you will prove your compassion for me when we get home.

I try to drag my feet going into the house, but a sharp slap on my behind below my tail quickens my pace. I adore your playful spankings, but know I am in for punishment this time.

Inside, your orders are sharp and crisp. “Undress.”

I obey.

“Kneel before your Master.”

I obey.

“Crawl over and bring me the leather cuffs.”

I obey, depositing the cuffs gently in your paw with my teeth. You firmly push on my shoulders ‘till they are on the floor in place of my paws. Pulling my arms behind my back, you apply the cuffs.

“Kneel up.”

I obey.

“Spread your legs wider.”

I obey as you unbuckle your belt.

Remove my belt, kitten.

I work around you, pulling the belt out through several loops before moving back to the front and pulling on the buckle end to finish removing it. I kneel back up, offering you the belt in my muzzle, trembling ever so slightly by this time.

“You behave as though you need reminding who you belong to, kitten. I will freshen your memory. Go lie down face-down on the bed.”

I crawl into the other room and wiggle up onto the bed. You spread my legs wide binding each ankle to either end of the footboard. You grasp my hips firmly and pull me backwards until I can use my knees and shoulders to raise my hips enough for you to position a bolster underneath them. You push me into a position so my legs are off the bed, my hips held up by the bolster and my shoulders down on the bed, my paws still cuffed behind my back. You hold my bushy tail by its base and slowly stroke my bottom with your other paw, dragging your fingers along the crack between my cheeks. My pussy glistens with the instant response this brings, I cannot help it.

You release my tail and move up near my head and stroke my hair back. “Open your muzzle, kitten.” You firmly secure a ball gag into my muzzle. I mew slightly, disliking it, but quickly quiet. You are my Master.

You run the belt slowly over the fur on the back of my legs, bottom, and back, careful to hold the buckle end in your paw.

“Now, for your own good, kitten, let this remind you that you belong to me and only me.”

Your grip on my tail seems a little firmer this time. I am surprised at the lightness of the thwacks of the belt, feeling the heat and the stinging, but knowing you are stronger than this. I almost begin to relax under this, which you notice and it signals you to become more forceful in the swinging of that belt. My hips jump at the intensity; I should have known you were only generously warming my bottom first. You are a caring Master. As the spanking continues and its potency builds, so do my struggles and squirming. I wiggle as if to avoid the strokes from the belt, but you have me mercifully bound carefully enough that I cannot evade. My mews are loud though effectively muffled by the gag. The tears flow freely and I do not try to stop them. I submit to your judgment. You continue until I am thoroughly chastised and softened to you. Then you stop and moving behind me, masturbate, jetting your cum all over my punished, blazing cheeks. I feel your liquid dripping over my fur and my ass and down along my pussy lips. I squirm more at this. Through my tears I hear you say, “I’ll be back in 10 minutes, kitten. Decide what it is you want to tell me.”

Most of this time is spent just contemplating my sore bottom and your dripping cum. Then I realize time is passing and I must be prepared. I hear your approaching footsteps. You move to the head of the bed and remove the gag, leaving the rest of the restraints in place.

“What would you like to say to me, kitten?”

My voice is soft, but clear as I speak slowly. “Thank you, Master, for correcting me. I belong to you and only you. I am grateful and happy to be yours.”

The End

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