Caution: BDSM overtones, slight violence

It felt wonderful to be back in a properly fitting latex corset. The shine made her curves so dramatic that she spent a few extra minutes in the mirror, admiring herself. Familiar sensations of cling and stretch excited her a little with every breath. Her PVC pencil skirt also restricted her movement and gave her huge, high, round ass an irresistible look. She was even wearing a pair of thick rubber bikini bottoms. All of the little creaking and squeaking noises she made with the slightest movement made her nipples hard. Before even leaving the dressing room, she was already wet.

She pulled the elbow-length gloves on carefully. They too were latex and black. Taking her time, she smoothed out every wrinkle and made sure each of her fingers could flex easily. Then, she took a deep breath and opened the door. As instructed, the female slave was in her usual spot, curled up on one side in her customized animal kennel. The little red-headed creature always closed and locked her own cage door. Mistress found this habit adorable. Across from the kennel sat the male slave. His bare feet nervously shifted around as he perched on the edge of the straight-backed chair with his eyes on the floor.

“Good evening, slaves.” Mistress purred.

The male’s head moved, but not enough for Mistress to consider the motion truly toward her. She had warned him before this session that any hint of seeking eye contact would result in immediate and harsh punishment. An appropriate level of fear was being displayed, and it was exciting. Across from him, lithe and pale, the body of the female slave silently shifted from a side lying position to a formal prostration. There was absolute silence in the room. Mistress could see the male slave staring at the female slave. It was pleasant to wonder what he might be thinking. The sleepy, natural way the little red headed girl moved in her kennel was obviously humbling and fascinating to him.

“My kitsune is well behaved and showing her excellent training today,” cooed Mistress as she knelt beside the kennel to unlock and open the door.

Kitsune rolled onto her back, eyes closed, exposing her most vulnerable areas. She arched her back slightly for a moment and then slid out of her cage onto her owner’s one visible boot, eyes still closed. Mistress grinned, wiggling her toes inside the boot against her slave’s spine. Still on one knee, Mistress petted and stroked Kitsune with indulgent, full-body motions. The affection and stimulation made Kitsune blush, but she didn’t resist or change positions.

Making sure the male slave could fully see what happened next, Mistress bent forward and kissed her pet until they were both breathless. Then, abruptly, the moment ended in a choke. With her hands closed carefully around Kitsune’s neck, Mistress shut off her pet’s breath at intervals until the gasps were almost whimpers. Mistress looked up to see the male slave chewing his bottom lip and watching intently, eyes focused on her hands. She gave him a menacing little sneer and he looked away immediately. Slowly, she completely released Kitsune’s neck, allowing the girl to catch her breath.

“Thank you, Mistress!” Kitsune whispered fervently when she could find her voice.

“You are my pleasure, adorable one.” Mistress replied, getting to her feet. “Would you like to watch me introduce our new subject to my cane?”

“Oh yes, Mistress, I always appreciate your cane.” Kitsune’s voice belied a touch of apprehension, but the statement was beautiful and caused the male to involuntarily shrink back against the chair.

Mistress grabbed a length of soft rope from the little basket of toys she kept beside the kennel. She firmly bound the male slave’s wrists together in front of him. Once they were secure, she instructed him to keep his knees apart and his arms relaxed. Using a much longer length of rope, Mistress tied each of her new subject’s ankles to a leg of the chair. When she was satisfied he was secure, she let her boots click extra loudly as she went to retrieve her cane. Before she even had it in her hand, she was making wagers with herself about how many strikes his inner thighs would handle versus the much tougher outer thighs.

With a grin, Mistress tied his wrists to a length of rope that hung just above and ahead of him. A set of three sharp tugs raised his arms over his head. His eyes grew wide. He couldn't move his limbs. Instinctively, he tried to close his legs as Mistress approached with the cane, but it was no use, of course. When Mistress drew near, he averted his eyes, only to lock gazes with the obviously excited and entertained Kitsune. Never before had he wished so sincerely for a blindfold.

)O( Slave Boy Meets Slave Girl )O(