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"Lori, number 3." The voice comes over the little speaker and a grin traces its way across my lips. I am Lori and my owner is behind door number 3. I am sitting at the little makeup desk in my office. I pick up the black leather collar and buckle it around my neck. I love the way it feels, just snug enough that if my owner tugs, it bites a bit. I like that. Pain is a good reminder, a good teacher. Are you going to watch me? Here, sit here in my dressing room and watch the television. See, you can see my master there. He can wait a few moments, it only makes it better. What? Wow, you don’t have to be so judgmental. You have no idea who I am or what happens here. I mean, let’s not forget, a few seconds ago, you said you were a little intimidated by…all of this. Here, let’s see if I can’t put some things in perspective, help you to understand what you are about to watch or witness or whatever you want to call it. I was seventeen when I gave my first blowjob. He parked the car on the side of a road that hadn’t ever been finished under a bridge that was the same. We were both seniors in high school. He was a soccer player and I was in drama. We had a few classes together; a bunch of friends in common, and that was how we got together. That night, I did my best to please him. It was clumsy and frenetic. I couldn’t get my mouth right and he grabbed everything way too hard, but neither of free cam shows us cared. The performance didn’t matter, our expectations only got in the way. When I sat down in the car and he started driving, all either of us knew was what we wanted. He wanted to touch my tits and I wanted to suck his dick. What does that have to do with this? Simple, it’s not always about what you expect. It’s about more than that. Sometimes your expectations are met, sometimes they’re missed. Sometimes you are in control and sometimes you’re controlled. In the end, isn’t it all about pleasure? How much pleasure do you get in a day? Me? I prefer as much as possible, all I can get. That’s why I’m a pet. I don’t know if that first experience in the back of Jake’s Oldsmobile has anything to do with it, maybe it doesn’t, but I like to think it does. I like to think it was the first step, the catalyst the led me down this road. I kind of like that, the way it all ties together. Oh, now you’re interested? Good. Now, just sit here and watch what happens on that screen. We’ll talk when I get… "Lori, number 3, please." That’s my queue. I slip out of my chair and onto my hands and knees. The carpet pushes into the palms of my hands and the curve of my knees. It doesn’t hurt, but it almost does, I can feel it. I arch my back, first up and then down, stretching. I lift my arm, lick the back of my wrist, and rub it behind the furry, purple ear on top of my head. Turning toward you, I see the lust in your eyes. You were staring at my ass, watching my body move. Yes, that tail is exactly what you think it is. Crawling across the hall, I nudge the door open with my head and slip inside. My owner is waiting, sitting on the couch across the room. He spots me and his eyes go wide for a moment as he takes me in and then smiles. He is pleased with me and, for the next space of time, I am his pet fox and he is my master. Lifting the little black leash in his hands, he pats the sofa with his free hand. He wants me to come over to him but instead, I eye him cautiously. "Here you go, come here." Although he is a big man, he fills out the expensive suit well, my owner’s voice is soft, soothing almost. Crawling languidly, showing off how lithe I am, how graceful and animal like, I move down the wall on the opposite side of the room slowly. I come to a chair and, with a quick glance toward the couch, I slide my body along the wooden leg and then down the side, being sure to lengthen every muscle across my naked midsection. He is watching. His eyes appraise me as I move down the chair and then turn in between the legs, snaking through them. "Come on," he pats the seat beside him; the leash’s clip jingles at the end. I stop and stare at the leash, my body curved against the inside of the chair’s legs. I arch my back. I feel like an animal now and a little thrill of excitement vibrates through my chest. "Here," my owner moves to the edge of the couch. "Come here," he coos. I dart from between the chair’s legs to the other side of the room near a large, potted plant, a tree of some sort. There is space between the plant and a bureau. I slip into it and turn around so that only my head is visible. I look at him. He is on the floor now, on his knees, and looking at me expectantly. "It’s okay, come here." He sets the leash down and removes his coat, tossing it gently back onto the couch before picking up the leash again. I stare at him. His shirt is crisp with silver buttons that twinkle in the light. Picking up the leash he gently reaches toward me. I don’t like the leash, not until I am ready for it. Some animals do, some animals prefer their owners to leash them, but I am a fox, not a dog, or a pony. I am a fox; leashes only suit us when they suit us. It takes a few moments for him to realize what I am looking at, but when he does, he smiles and tosses the leash on the sofa behind him. "Oh, is that better?" I lick the back of my wrist and rub behind my left ear. My breasts, almost spilling out of the black lace bra, sway with the motion. I do love the way my body feels when I am on all fours, the way it moves and hangs. It’s so different than standing. My owner smiles and stretches. He looks like he just came from a board room. There are cuff links on his wrists that match his buttons. His shoes are ostrich leather and well-heeled. His face is smooth like he just came from a barber with a straight razor. His eyes are kind and there is a confidence, a strength in the way he holds himself. There is something about him that is comfortable though. Behind the expensive clothes and shoes, behind the watch, cuff links, and obvious stature in his industry, there is a softness, free live gay sex cams a vulnerability. I immediately think it is only for me, that he doesn’t remember the last time he was on his knees. I move out from the little hiding space and lean against the planter. The pottery is cold against my skin. It feels good I slide my waist and sides along the curvature while I stare at him. There is a knot in his pants, a fist-sized lump behind his zipper that I can see from here. He keeps swinging his gaze from my tits, to my eyes, peering at him from behind the orange fox mask. It’s thrilling really, the anticipation and curiosity between us. This is a game with few rules, a fantasy that reaches across the distance and becomes reality. He relaxes back onto his legs and rubs his hand along the carpet. "Come on," he swallows and I can feel the tension. I move toward him, slowly, tentatively, watching him carefully as I move. "That’s it," he whispers, "come on." I like the way his voice sounds, soft, coaxing. Now I want to obey, now I want to be near him, I want him to touch me. Slowly, I crawl toward him, stretching every motion, before I lean forward to smell his hand. He is captivated by me. His eyes widen as my nose sniffs his hand. We have reached the moment, the point of contact. He is holding his breath, unsure of what to do. I move forward a bit more and tuck my head so that I rub against his hand. I give a low hum, like a cat’s purr to show that I want him to touch me. He reaches up slowly and runs his hand along my head from behind my little furry ears to my neck. It feels good and I press my head into his touch and close my eyes. My owner shortens his reach to draw me in and I comply, moving closer to him, crawling almost to his knees. Every movement reminds me of my tail, the plug stuffed pleasantly inside of me. I can smell his cologne, a woodsy almost piney smell. I like it. I like the size and weight of his hand as it rubs me and decide to move closer. With tentative steps, I slide my body across him, running my naked skin along the front of his body, passing back and forth in front of him. "Oh," he chuckles, "little fox." I almost cum. I like the words little fox. I like the pleasure in his voice. Turning, I move into his lap, nuzzling my head against his chest and setting my hand between his legs. The motion stops him. He freezes as if he was a statue and I know he doesn’t know what to do. I hum a bit louder and rub my cheek against the front of his shirt, against the muscles I can feel under the fabric. There is a scent, a mix of soap and cologne, I can’t tell, but it turns me on. I quietly inhale and a little shiver runs down my spine. He swallows hard and his hand moves across the naked skin of my back. His hand is warm and heavy as it moves from the back of my head along my spine to the waistband of my panty. I love the feeling. I shiver as he touches me and the warmth between my legs spreads. I move higher, placing my hand on his thigh and lifting my body so I can nuzzle his neck. My ears, the fuzzy fabric, run along the curve of his jaw and then along his neck until I pivot my head. "Oh, wow," my owner sighs as I breathe along the skin under his ear. My free cam software breast is pressed against him, my hand beside the bulge in his pants. I hum and nibble on his earlobe. His breath catches, I can feel his heartbeat in his neck, it’s fast and there is a new warmth between us. He’s getting excited, as excited as I am. He reaches up and traces his fingers along the side of my body, it almost tickles and I pull away a bit, just far enough to look him in the eyes. We are both in control now – a perfect balance of pet and master. His heart is racing and he swallows hard again and stares down at my breasts. I slowly step back and lower my head. Instinctively, he spreads his legs and I hear a heavy sigh above me. I press my cheek against the tight fabric. I feel it swell. A warm hand slides along the back of my head and neck. Yes, pet me. I arch my back, pushing my ass into the air as his hand gets to my panty line. Don’t stop. His hand hesitates, and then slides over the curve of my ass, to wear my tail pokes through the thin black lace. I shift my hips and press my tail into his hand. The plug moves inside of me and I close my eyes as the orgasm that has been building since I crawled into the room overcomes me. Fireworks explode behind my eyes as his hand moves down my tail, moving the plug. I take a breath and compose myself before moving my head so I can reach his zipper with my teeth. Now it’s my turn. I bite the little metal zipper and swing my head until his pants open. I can smell the heat and sweat; it’s sweet, animal almost. He moans and free sex cam no registration with deftness I don’t expect, touches my tail and lays a finger against the wet mound. The action tugs against the plug in my ass and I almost moan out loud. His finger is so thick. He reaches around slowly and frees himself for me, pulling his penis through the fabric’s opening. I am faced with the wagging rod, the tight flesh, the thumping vein. I lean down and sniff around his cock knowing the fur on my mask and ears will tickle across him. "Oh," he moans and squirms a bit. I briefly glance up and meet his expectant gaze. I am his pet and he is my master. gaprevot