“All right, now to just pull this tight...Tie it off back here...Add a knot...There!” Travis Raynar smiled as he looked down at the completed diamond rope harness criss-crossing over the tangerine fur and cream-colored torso fur covering his slender form.  The young fox kit was only ten, and yet he had successfully manage to tie his first simple rope harness on himself.

His interest in bondage had begun innocently enough; he’d been having a bit of trouble with the knots he had to learn for his merit badge in the boy scouts, and so had been looking for instruction guide online.  That’s when he started finding knots he’d never heard of before such as he’d gotten curious and clicked on some of the links.  That’s when something unlike anything he’d felt before awakened in him upon finding all the pictures of various furs tied up in a variety of different ways.

Fortunately for him, the woods near his house provided the perfect amount of privacy for a young boy to experiment.  The old man at the hardware store hardly batted an eye when he’d bought the long coil of rope with some money he’d saved up, probably assuming he was working on a tree house.  People in his rural town didn’t usually ask a lot of questions, which suited him just fine.

He grinned, tugging at the tight ropes as he enjoyed the way they hugged his body as he moved.  He checked the tightness of the rope cuffs he’d already tied around his light brown ankles and tail tip, satisfied to find they were tight enough that they wouldn’t slip off.  He then adjusted his round spectacles on his face as turned back to the tree where he’d already tied several more lengths of rope around the trunk with a simple hitch.  Now that the initial preparations were taken care of, he was now ready for the real thing.

He stood against the tree, bending down and balancing on the tips of his digitigrade feet as he spread his legs and secured his ankle cuffs to the rope near the tree’s base with some short lengths of rope.  He then pulled his tail down between his legs, securing the cuff on the tip of it to the middle of the rope.  With that done, he then secured his harness by the ropes at his waist and back to two more ropes behind him, managing to tie the knots behind his back with some difficulty.

His heart then pounded as he looked up at the final piece that would complete his captivity; the rope loop threaded through the cinch noose tied into the loose end of the last rope tied around the tree above his head.  His hands trembling slightly, he slowly reached up, taking hold of the loop as he held it steady to first slip one hand through one side of the loop, then the other.  His heart pounded harder than ever as he looked up at the rope around the light brown fur around his hands and wrists through the bangs of his messy blonde hair.

With a final deep breath, he slowly tugged down slightly before the loop around the noose tightened, pulling the rope loop tight around his wrists.  He then squirmed in his bonds, a wide grin spreading across his face as the tight self-imposed restraints kept him firmly bound against the tree, greatly limiting his movements.  A chill of excitement shot down his spine at his helplessness, giggling and squirming with delight as the most he could do in this position was to rub up against the tree.

After a while, the sun was starting to get a little low as he decided he’d better cut his playtime short and get home before dinner.  He looked up at the cinch noose securing his wrist loop above his head, before he suddenly realized his error; the loop only tightened as he pulled, and there was no way to loosen it since the noose itself was well out of reach.  He strained and stretched up on his toe to try and grab hold of the noose’s knot, but the rope shackles around his ankles and tail didn’t allow him to get too far.

“H-Help!” he finally cried out, tears stinging the corners of his eyes as he started to struggle for real, his voice rising as he panicked.  “Help!  Help!  HEEEEEEEELLP!” he screamed, his eyes clenching shut and the tears running down his face at his predicament.  After a moment, his ears perked up as he heard footsteps nearby, sniffling as he opened his eyes.

Soon enough, an older vixen in her twenties came into the clearing.  She had fiery red fur with white fur around her hands and feet, and piercing blue eyes, her long auburn hair tied back in a pony tail.  She wore a pair of light blue track shorts and a pink tank-top, sweat bands around her wrists and forehead suggesting she was jogging along the nearby trails.

“I came as soon as I heard, what’s...” she stopped dead in her tracks, obviously shocked to find a naked, underaged fox boy tied to a tree.  Travis blushed furiously in this embarrassing situation, not the least cause of his embarrassment being the tip of his cock already emerging from his sheath from the feeling of being tied up.  Of course, an attractive older woman of the same species only made it stiffen and emerge more.

“Uh...H-Hello...” Travis greeted awkwardly, not quite sure what to do in this situation.

“Oh my God, are you okay?!” the woman practically squealed, rushing over to try and loosen the rope around his wrists.  She slid the knot on the cinch noose up, loosening the ropes slightly to Travis’ relief.  “Who the hell would do something like this to you?!” she demanded as Travis blushed more.

“W-Well, t-they didn’t exactly...” he started to say as he tried to pull his wrists out of the rope loop before the woman suddenly let go of the knot, causing it to tighten again as he pulled.

“Wait...” she paused, looking more carefully at the noose.  “If someone else really left you here, why would they use a knot like this?” she asked as she looked down at the blushing boy.  After a moment, a mischievous grin spread across her face as she slid a finger teasingly down the middle of his chest.

“You naughty boy...You tied yourself like this and couldn’t get out, didn’t you?” she teased as Travis blushed even deeper.

“Uh...Well...Can you help me out?” he asked innocently as he looked up at her with his soft brown eyes.

“Hmm...No, I don’t think I will,” the older woman told him thoughtfully as she looked him over.  She then noticed the coil of rope and the scissors lying on the stump nearby as she unraveled some rope and cut the length off from the coil.

“You know, I know a thing or two about bondage myself,” she commented as she wrapped two ends around themselves to form a loop.  She then pulled the loop closed a little before giving some slack and forming another loop above it to form two connected loops with two loose ends.  She held this rope contraption up, dangling it in front of the young fox’s face.

“For example, can you tell me what this is for?” she questioned as Travis looked up to her, confused, before looking back at the rope loops and slowly shaking his head.

“Allow me to demonstrate, then!” she told him as she quickly pulled the larger loop up over the base of his snout as the smaller loop slipped around the front of his snout just behind his nose.

“What are you...MMMMMPH!” Travis’ inquiry was cut off as she pulled the loops tight, the rope muzzle forcing his mouth shut as she gagged him.  He thrashed against his bonds, shaking his head to try and loosen the rope, but she pulled his head back with the loose ends.  She forced his head up against the tree trunk before wrapping the ends of the rope behind the tree and tying the makeshift muzzle off.

“It’s called a muzzle,” the vixen explained as she tickled his nose, causing him to squirm more.  “One of my favorite ways to keep noisy little pets like you nice and quiet!” she told him as Travis’ eyes went huge at her words.  Was he really going to be her pet now?

“Oh, don’t look so scared,” the vixen giggled, tracing a finger over his chest as he squirmed, letting out muffled protests.  “I’m not going to keep you...Not this time, anyway,” she told him as she watched him squirm as she giggled again.

“Wow, you really can’t get out, can you?  Seems like you’ve done quite the good job on yourself...All wrapped up like a present for me!” she teased, scritching him lightly under the fur with her claw as Travis couldn’t help but let out a giggle.  The vixen smiled deviously as she heard the giggle as her hands went to his sides, drumming on his ribs lightly with her fingers as he squirmed more.

“My little pet wouldn’t happen to be ticklish, would he?” she asked as Travis quickly shook his head, straining against his bonds.

“You can’t fool me, pet, you only have yourself to blame for this!” she giggled as she tickled under the fox’s armpits and along his sides and belly, showing no mercy.  He squealed and thrashed in his bonds amongst his muffled giggles, tears streaming down his face.  It also seemed this aroused him as well as more of his cock unsheathed itself, much to his embarrassment, and it wasn’t long before his small knot emerged from the sheath as well.

“Hmm, what have we here?” the vixen asked, tickling the tip of his cock with the tip of her finger as Travis squirmed and moaned in response.  “Wow, rock hard already...You ARE a kinky little foxy, aren’t you?” she asked as she got down on her knees, Travis watching in fear for whatever she would do next.  She leaned in, giving a soft little lick at the tip of his member.  He shuddered with pleasure as she did so, a bit of precum leaking from the tip as she eagerly licked it up.

“Mmmm, you taste good, pet!  But I think I want more!” she told him, giving another devious grin as she slipped his whole cock in her mouth.  It seemed even with his knot it was barely half a mouthful for her, but Travis’ back arched in pleasure, his toes curling beneath him.  After only a few moments, his eyes glazed over and his body shuddered as he experienced his first real orgasm.  The vixen wrapped her lips around his shaft eagerly as she gulped down his seed before pulling away, licking away some of it that dripped from her mouth.

Travis went limp in his bonds, breathing heavily through his nose as the vixen reached around to untie his muzzle from the tree and pulled it off, allowing him to pant through his mouth easier.  She then slid the cinch noose’s knot all the way up as Travis quickly pulled his wrists out of the loops before she helped him untie his harness, tail, and ankle from the ropes.
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Travis fell to his knees, still gasping as he recovered from his first bondage and sexual experiences.  The vixen then reached down, cupping his chin in her hand as she gently lifted his head to face her as she kneeled in front of him.

“What’s your name, cutie?” she asked as Travis blushed.

“T-Travis,” he told her nervously.

“Well, Travis, it’s nice to officially meet you, I’m Tracy!” she told him as she leaned forward, gripping his chin more firmly.  Before he could pull away, she pulled him into a deep kiss, sliding her tongue into his muzzle.  Travis gave a muffled grunt of surprised as he reflexively jerked back, but after a moment, he closed his eyes as he returned the kiss.  Tracy then abruptly pulled away pulling him up to his feet by his harness.

“Get dressed...Those clothes look like they would hide the harness well, so you can keep it on for now and no one will know!” she told him as Travis quickly complied, his tail wagging as she gave him more tips.  Tracy then picked up his rope, sliding the coil over her shoulder.

“I think I’ll hold onto this for now...After all, we wouldn’t want you getting yourself into another little predicament, would we?” she teased as Travis blushed and shook his head.

“Good boy...You can keep the rope you made your harness with, but if I find out you tried to tie yourself up with it or the ropes on the tree and get stuck again, you’re going to be in BIG trouble, and I’ll do much worse than tickle you next time!” she threatened as Travis shuddered, but nodded.

“Now, where do you live?” Tracy asked as she offered him her hand.  “I’m going to tell your parents I helped you out of a ditch and that’s why you’re late, and this will be our little secret,” she told him.

“Of course, I’m also going to offer to babysit every now and then, and I’m sure your parents would be happy to comply seeing how well we’ve hit it off!” she teased, tickling his nose as Travis blushed and nodded.

“Yes, Ma’am,” he agreed, taking her hand, but she shook her head.

“Not Ma’am...When we’re alone, together, you’ll call me Mistress, understand?” she asked as Travis nodded.

“Y-Yes...Mistress,” he acknowledged, a chill running down his spine at the sound of the word as it left his lips.  He then led the way out of the clearing towards his house, still a bit bemused about the whole situation and the new “friend” he’d made...