From a Serving Wench's Diary

Written by BondoFox

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

I am nervous tonight. I am to serve at the Baron's table. Tonight of all nights! There is to be a banquet at the castle and such festivities seem to put the Baron in a foul mood. I check myself quickly to be sure I am presentable, pick up a platter of meat and proceed to the dining hall. My steps are rapid as I flee back to the kitchen. I make several trips back and forth, feeling sure the Baron's vulpine eyes are on me, but attempting to reassure myself that it's only my jangled nerves. I return to the table with a jug of mead and first go to fill the Baron's cup. I barely manage not to spill it as I feel his fingers casually reach up and pinch my nipple through my blouse, rolling it between his fingers before stretching it out. I freeze, at a loss as to what to do. He presses his advantage and cups my entire breast in his capable paw, squeezing quite hard, then harder. I give a small squeal and look at him. He orders me to report to his chamber tonight.

I quietly reply, "Yes, M'Lord," and he releases me to continue serving. I return to the kitchen as soon as possible and give my news to Hannah. I am both scared and excited by his command. Hannah is no help, her eyes fly wide and she shudders, her tail swishing anxiously.

"You've caught the Baron's eye? Poor dear!" She clucks her tongue and tries to look sympathetic, but mainly looks relieved that it will not be her. I stand still, lost in thought for a moment, before another full pitcher is thrust in my paws.

My steps slow as I approach his chair, whether to prolong being near him or out of fear of being close, even I am not sure. He boldly slips his paw under my skirt as I lean to fill his mug. He slips his fingers up the inside of my thigh and tugs at my underclothes. He catches me as I rise and brings my twitching ear to his muzzle.

"Do not be wearing these when you next approach the table, Wench." He nips the side of my ear hard for emphasis and releases me.

I quickly empty the pitcher's contents in the mugs around his table and hurry back to the kitchen, daring to raise my eyes to his as I pass. Indeed, he is watching me. A tremor passes through me and I quickly look away. I find a darkened corner and remove my underclothes as he commanded. Hannah moves past and sees what I'm doing. She shakes her head at the mixture of excitement in my eyes.

"Ah, Lass, you do not know the Master. You shall learn tonight, Dear."

Hannah does nothing to calm my nerves.

I stop a maid about to enter the banquet hall and take her full pitcher from her. I am tingling all over and eager to show him I have obeyed. I linger at his chair as I pour his mead and inhale deeply at the feel of his paw traveling again up my leg. His fingers probe both my damp pussy lips and my tight bottomhole. I am blushing deeply beneath my scarlet fur, sure everyone in the hall knows what he is doing. He pinches my clit and releases me sending me on my way with a sharp slap on my bottom. I jump and hurry to continue serving.

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The others in the kitchen are showing their weariness as the banquet draws to a close, but the adrenaline is flowing wildly through me. I receive a message from the Baron through one of his servants. I am to bathe in his chamber to prepare for his arrival.

It is a luxury to me to sink into the fragrant tub of steaming water by the fireplace in his room. I wash quickly but then succumb to the temptation to lean back and in the water's comfort. I jump and attempt to cover myself with my paws as his chamber door opens and he enters. I look wide-eyed at him, as a quick look around reveals that his servant took my clothes and left me with nothing, not even a towel.

He firmly closes the door and turns to me. "Stand up." He says this calmly, but his voice is full of authority.

I hesitate and a frown begins to settle on his brow.

"You did hear me?" he inquires sardonically.

I nod.

"Then say, 'Yes, Master'."

Hannah's warnings go through my head all jumbled up with an excitement I can't control. I struggle to find my voice. "Yes, Master." It seems to take a vast amount of strength to push the words out into the air.

"Don't keep me waiting."

I blush furiously as I rise out of the water to stand naked and dripping in my thoroughly drenched fur before him.

He takes his time looking me over before indicating where I should stand. I do not notice the ring dangling from the ceiling above my head, but I surely will in a moment.

He calmly buckles a leather cuff on each of my wrists and instructs me to raise my arms. Again my obedience is hesitant until I look at his face, then compliance comes quickly. He reaches up and fastens the cuffs together through the ring. I am stretched up on my toes. My blush continues to deepen, deeper in hue than my fur I'm certain, as he walks slowly around me, running a paw down my side, over my tail, my bottom, and back around up to my breast. I close my eyes as he captures both my breasts in his paws and fondles them roughly. I lose my breath as he reaches out and sucks each nipple in turn, biting hard on each before he releases them. He trails his fingers over my tummy and through my bush. With a sudden thrust he sends two fingers deep into my pussy! I squeal and squirm but, of course, can go nowhere. I feel scared and vulnerable, but my cunt is damp. He moves to explore the valley between my bottom cheeks with those now-wet fingers. I mew in emotional apprehension, but my body responds with a wave of desire low in my abdomen.

He grips the base of my bushy tail tightly and delivers a sudden sharp SPANK! to each bottom cheek and notes how fine his red paw print would look on me, beneath my fur. He moves in front of me again and follows the spanks with a rough French kiss, exploring the depths of my mouth. I whimper a bit and try to return his kiss. He decides to allow this and I am able to learn the taste and the delightful textures of his mouth. When he is ready, he breaks the kiss, leaving me stretching my neck, trying to reach for more. He denies my silent plea and moves out of my line of vision, opening a trunk. He buckles a belt around my waist and works the large eye in the middle of a narrow leather strap around my thick bushy tail between my legs and bottom cheeks, pulling it tight and attaching it firmly to rings at my navel and the small of my back. At first I wriggle, attempting to adjust the pressure, but quickly learn to be as still as possible.

"Why … ?" I begin to question him and receive five sharp spanks! This effectively keeps me from further foolish talking while be loops the end of another strap around the middle of my tail and threads the end through a ring off-center on the belt around my waist, pulling my tail up and out of the way. He goes and brings back a leather bit gag and pushes it firmly in my mouth, buckling it securely around my head and muzzle. My cries will still be heard, but I will do no more speaking.

Next, he retrieves a short whip from the trunk. It has a small handle that fits well into his paw and has several foot long narrow strips of leather dangling from it. He walks in front of me and deliberately trails the strips over my body; up my legs, along my sides, across my tummy and over my breasts. I begin to squirm, but the strap he placed earlier quickly has me still again. The vulnerability is clear in my eyes as our gazes lock.

He begins at my calves, only this time swinging the whip so I can feel the leather stinging my skin. He works the whip up my body until he is lashing my breasts. I am struggling to control myself, but he notes this last was difficult. He stings my breasts once more before moving behind me and whipping up my legs to my bottom. At this point he switches to a leather paddle that I am unable to see. He places more force in his swing and I jump as his stroke lands on my bottom! This jerks the strap between my legs and I mew loudly in surprise! He settles into a rhythm and soundly spanks my cheek to a pretty dark ruby color that penetrates the dark red of my still-wet fur.

He hears my mewling cries but does not let it deter him. He pauses to yet again walk in front of me. He stands still, looking me over without a word before undressing himself. He watches my eyes as he finally removes the last and his hard, hot cock springs into view. His desire increases as he sees the admiration and wanting in my eyes. He moves close and rubs his brown and white-furred body on mine, slipping his cock up between my thighs where he finds a warm, wet welcome.

He decides he is ready now and removes my belt and strap restraint, unhooking my cuffs but leaving them on, the strap around my tail still there and laying on the floor behind my feet. He moves behind me and presses against me, taking my breasts once more in his paws. He pulls on my nipples and presses his hips against my bottom, cock edging between my cheeks; using this to guide me over to the bed. He arranges me in the middle of the bed and secures my paw cuffs to posts of his bed. He bends my legs up and back and ties ropes around my knees, securing them to my upper arms. This leaves my legs up and spread, my pussy and bottom and vulnerable to him.

He removes the strap from my tail and replaces it with another rope, stretching it to the end of his bed and tying it straight to the foot. I struggle a few minutes and finally realize I am bound securely and there is nothing I can do. I lift my eyes to his, defenseless before him. He strokes the undersides of my legs for a moment before using his paw to sharpen the sting of my tender bottom. Once the tears are back in my eyes, he mounts me in one swift motion, thrusting his cock deep into my cunt. I cry out behind my gag, but it is clear to him that it is a cry of pleasure. I clench my pussy tighter around his cock, wanting desperately to keep him there. He withdraws anyway, dragging his cock hard against the friction of his knot. I need'nt have worried. He quickly plunges his cock deep into me again, over and over, the last time his knot engorges and holds us locked together tightly! I roll my hips as much as I can in my tied position, eager for more of him. I whimper as I near the brink and cry out loudly behind the gag bit as my pussy throbs ecstatically around his cock. I mew more as his hot semen floods my cunt. He lay quietly on me for a moment before giving me a long slow kiss and moving off me. He gives me a playful slap on the underside of my thigh as he moves away. When he looks back, adoration for him is clearly shining in my eyes.

The End

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