• Lying in my large feather bed, I find the perfect position. So comfy and warm, I fade into a dream... my masochistic world. There he sits, tied to a chair. Not tight enough to make him uncomfortable, but not loos enough to aid an escape. His tone body covered by nothing, only the barrier of his boxers lies between me and what I want.

    I had a bit more on, with a black lace corset and knee high stockings, both have pink ribbons tied in small bows at certain points.

    Leaning over and placing my front paws on his knees, I smile at my beautiful fox, watching his muscle contract as he pulls at the bonds. Stands back up, and I walk around the chair and receive my prices possession.

    A cool steel knife with a heavy black handle.

    The weight of the blade feels amazing in my paw, but I give myself no time to think about this. Gently taking my lover's write in my free paw, I drag the blade down his forearm, watching the blood ooze through the wound.

    This process has also cut the bond on that arm.

    He makes no sounds and makes no effort to escape even as easy as it would be.

    Shivering from the smell of the blood, I maneuver his arm to let his essence drip down. It lands in his lap and I take a breath, trying not to lap it up.

    Laying his wounded arm down, I take his other in my free paw, cutting the rope.

    Just as I place the blade to his forearm, he manages to push me into the chair. I struggle to regain dominance but he's got me pinned against the metal seat. With one swift movement, he's unclasped each hook of the corset and disregarded it like a useless piece of fabric.

    Grasping both my wrists in one paw, he takes the heavy knife from me, cutting a heart around my bellybutton. The agony makes me moan with deep pleasure. His head dips down and he laps the blood from the wounds, making my moan and shiver.

    This, everything fades. A chill runs up my spine- from the open window or the dream I wasn't sure- and I feel a dampness within the thin panties I wore...

    Slipping out of my warm bed, I walk to my dresser to change, ignoring the feeling that something is askew. But the misplaced feeling grew the closer I got to my dresser.

    Trying to shrug it off, I reach to open the drawer.

    Feeling something warm, I jump back. But this object jumps with me. There's just enough light from the moon to see that it was my fox. He quickly pins me to the bed, my paws pinned on either side on my head and my legs forced around his waist.

    His own legs were at my sides, his strong fluffy tail wagging softly, and I could feel myself blushing.

    Dipping his head, he lets us fall into a kiss.

    I smile at this and kiss back, feeling his paws fall to my sides.

    I manage to roll and pin him down, my legs holding his arms and keeping my paws free to do what they needed.

    Sitting up slightly, I unclasp my bra and let it fall away, and then quickly take his shirt.

    Spinning around, I unbuckle his belt and pants, sliding them off him slow and soft.

    Before I can fully remove this layer, he rolls, once again removing me from the dominant position.

    Reaching into his deep pocket, he produces handcuffs.

    Maneuvering me as if I were not resisting at all, he cuffs my wrists to the chrome piping of the bed's headboard.

    Now with me unable to stop him, he quickly slips my panties off and slowly teases me until I'm whimpering and squirming, unable to form begging words..............