I'm bound.
Not bound by force. I accepted that a long time ago. 
At my mistress' side, I kneel. A tight leather collar binds my neck, with a single, shimmering silver bell adorning it. A bracelet of the same clings to my wrist, almost too small for my flesh. Nothing actually keeps me bound, though. There are no ropes to tie me down, no shackles to chain me to a wall.
The only binds exist in my soul.
The vixen who owns me is a kind one. I bear her no ill will; I only wish to see her happy. I love her, perhaps more than a man should be able to love a woman. So much so, that my dreams can incur guilt deep in the depths of my stomach.
That's right. Something I have no control over, my own subconsicousness, can put me into a downtrodden mood and make me wish to shy away from her delicate touch. It makes so little sense, but I can't deny who I am.
I'm a pervert. My dreams are filled with illusions of things I don't think I want, but deep in my heart of hearts, perhaps I do, and if they make sense, then I can't entirely resist them. Sometimes my dreams are just a mirror of something I want my mistress to do to me, but when it's not her in the dream...
...That's when I beg.
"Punish me. Please."
Suddenly, there are ropes. Long, black, thick strands of rope, easily enough to bind even my own poewrful muscles, and enough to curl around my arms and legs multiple times.
The bondage starts slowly. I look up to my mistress, deep into the stunningly bright, hypnotizing jades that christen her beautiful visage. I know she can see clear through the pain-softened pools of blue that I see her with. Even if I wanted to deny what I'd dreamt about, I couldn't. I'd already told her, and the guilt was overwhelming me. I feel a slight desire to cry, not because I know what's coming, but because of what was in my subconsicous mind. I'm a complete letcher, but her eyes pierce me, and force me to release my internal dialect.
"I'm so sorry...I wish I knew why my mind worked the way it did...you know I'd never do something like that. I don't want anyone else to have their way with me like that...only you," I explain, wishing that I could look to the ground, but without so much as touching me, my mistress has my eyes under her control.
As she holds my gaze, she gathers up some of the rope in her paws. "I know you wouldn't," she says, her voice straight and to the point. "But I must admit, I'm shocked...I hope you would never allow such a thing to truly occur."
"I never would. I know I could get free," I explain, as she gestures to my wrists. Knowing my place, I lift them for her, and a section of the rope rests upon them thereafter. "But...that's just it, Mistress. No one could ever hold my body down and control me if I didn't want them to...that I let you do so is a special permission, and it belongs to you alone," I assure her, my voice soft and apologetic, even as she winds the rope several times around my wrists.
I pull them apart gently. I can feel that if I wanted to, I could easily break free. If I were in any kind of real danger, I should break free, but I choose not to. I can feel the strength flowing through my veins, coursing through my body...and so much of it comes from her, that to break free would be to betray what she means to me. I simply can't.
"I know that...and you know I feel honored that you let me. But perhaps you dream of it because I don't do it enough...I don't want it to ever stop being this special," my mistress tells me, her voice flowing over my sensitive ear like liquid silk, just as soft and soothing to the touch.
"It never would be. It's not the act itself that makes it so special. It's that you're the one doing it, Mistress. That's all that matters to me."
I can see my words have touched her heart, as much as she has touched my life. Despite the rope that she holds tight around my wrists, she smiles warmly, welcomingly to me, and gives a light tug on the rope. "That's what matters to me, too, love...and it was just a dream. We're okay."
I lean forward at her tug, feeling just from that little action that I might be able to slip free from the ropes, but I don't. Part of me loves the thrill too much. "You promise?"
My mistress closed the little gap by leaning down to me, and with a simply heavenly smile, she pressed the tip of her nose to mine in a soft eskimo kiss. "Promise," she replied, her voice nearly melting away the guilt in the depths of my body, as her lips pressed delicately upon my own.
The kiss is sweet...almost painfully so. It had only been mere days, but it felt like it had been years since her lips had met with mine, leaving my flesh tingling to the touch. I can't help a quiet gasp, and even in the soft touch, I can feel her giggling against me, but like all the best things in life, it was also painfully short.
"But you still need to be punished, whether you begged for it or not," she says, her voice suddenly taking on a flirty tone. I pushed forward slightly to bring her back into the kiss, but it does no good, as she stands upright and out of my reach. Her paw tugs a little harder on the rope this time, and now, I can tell she's being serious. "Come with me to the shower. It's time that I teach you a little lesson."
Sometimes, when I'm feeling the playful part, I tease my mistress, and make her work a little harder for her fun, but this time, given my guilt and how serious her tone suddenly became, I couldn't even try to resist. I stand up as she tugs on the lead once more, and briskly, she makes off for the bathroom.
A fringe benefit of my loyalty to my mistress is just how nice the living situation is. Our bathroom is extravagant, almost to a fault. The stand-up shower with dual heads is awfully nice, and the sauna-style steaming corner is fantastic for relaxing, but I could already guess where I was being taken, and certainly, I was right. 
"I sure hope you didn't like those."
Before I can ask "what?", my mistress turns and grabs my pants, pops the button on the front, and nearly tears them, tugging them down so rapidly. My boxers, still in tact, only lasted a moment, as she rested her paw over my sheath, squeezed my package, and then released it, all so she could tear her claws down one of my legs, tattering the poor cloth and leaving it in strings on the floor, and leaving a deep course of red in my leg. I'm not bleeding, but...damn close, and she knows how much I love that.
I really am lucky.
"Get into the tub, and lay down flat. Get nice and comfortable," she commands, her voice every bit confident enough that I can't possibly argue. I act quickly, not wanting to push my luck too far, and step one leg into the tub, and start to lay down as I swing the other over. With so much slack, my mistress can easily control the rope, and therefore, my body, as she steps over to the high faucet of the tub.
The design is perfect for what my mistress wants. The faucet head comes down, but the pipes leading up to it arc up high before curving back over. This gives it the perfect shape for my mistress to tie the end of the rope around the head of the faucet, and just like that, even if I were to get up, I wouldn't be able to get away. Only moments later, she would rob me of that ability, as well.
"I am the only person who will ever see you in a tub like this...do you understand?" she asked, as she nonchalantly slipped off her tank top, and with it, her PJ bottoms.
"Of course," I say, gulping a little bit as I drink in the sight of my mistress disrobing. I never could quite get used to the sight of her supple breasts, set perfectly upon her chest and begging me to play with them. Just as devious was the curve in her hips, simply asking to be gripped tightly and held as I rode her body...rare as I ever got to.
"Of course, what...?" she repeated my statement, narrowing her eyes very slightly at me in clear displeasure. As I realize my mistake, she removes the lacy, frilled black bra that held her chest in check, her breasts bouncing slightly as she released them from their holds. I can feel my lip drop slightly as I nearly start to drool, but the joy is short lived, as she saunters over to the bathrobes hanging from the wall, and steals the belt from mine. In moments, she's come back to me and wrapped it around my eyes, creating a makeshift blindfold to deny me the pleasure of seeing her delicious figure.
"Of course, mistress," I tell her, hoping that she'll be easy on me for my mistake. All I can do is hope, as my ears perk to the sound of cotton sliding over perfectly trimmed fur. Deep inside, I wish to break free from my binds, rip the blindfold off and savor the sight of her nude vulpine body, but I wish to prove my loyalty to her...that my dream meant nothing, faced against my love for her.
I could hear pawsteps coming across the tile...dainty, yet, just loud enough for me to hear in the silence of the bathroom. "Good boy. Now...tell me, do you like the taste of your mistress?" she asked, her words controlling and silky, so much so that I can almost see the grin played across her lips without my eyes.
I nod enthusiastically. "I love the sweet juices my mistress makes just for me," I say, my voice a bit breathless as my mind starts swimming in the sensual atmosphere my mistress has made, but before I could go on, I felt something soft, warm and a little moist press to my lips.
"Open."
I wisely obey.
As I spread my maw, blind to what could be coming, I feel a pair of desire-laden panties start to fill that space. She pushes it in slowly at first, giving me the chance to become used to the feeling, before she stuffed as much of the pair into my mouth as she could. All I can taste is my mistress' desire, and the scent coming off of it fills my nostrils, making me nearly drunk with lust. My sheath, before just a little tense, started to throb, as the length of my wolven cock pushed forward.
My playful little schemes to escape my mistress and toy with her completely melt away. The binds on my wrists aren't tight, yet I can't resist them. The blindfold holding my vision isn't perfect, but I can't regain my sight. My voice, too, is taken, and though I could try to reclaim it, I don't. Just by being who she is, my mistress has broken my will, and made me pliable to her every whim.
"Enjoy that, then...because I love the sound of my pet moaning, especially when it's muffled and held back," my mistress explained, but she didn't ever explain why I'd be moaning. Instead, I felt her footpaws climbing into the tub, and her body shifting down below. She wrapped her arms under my legs and hoisted up my hips, so my rump was settled in her lap. Now, I literally was trapped. "And you're going to moan until you lose your voice, my pet."
I couldn't move. I couldn't escape. After my dreams, I was a little worried that maybe, just maybe, there was a truly terrible punishment coming. I felt my body stiffen and shake a little in her grasp as she giggled at just how nervous I was. With my vision robbed, I could only wait.
It felt like entire hours that she was just holding me against my will, keeping me on the edge. There were so many sensations clouding my mind, keeping me on edge...but they all paled in comparison to the feeling of a single drop of saliva staining the head of my straining cock. My hips bucked forward in her lap, but she gripped my thighs tightly, keeping me from shaking too much more. As the saliva dripped down and over my length, I felt a few more drips, each one just seconds apart, starting to coat my shaft. My mistress truly was a master of her craft; teasing every single one of my senses with the most interesting touches.
Finally, after every torturous drop she could offer, I felt my mistress lower her muzzle down to my cock, and open her maw around the tip, her tongue curling around it to coax out a spurt of my precum. "Don't get too comfortable. This is a punishment, after all. If you get caught up in the pleasure too much, it'll be twice as bad for you in the end, pet."
That cautionary statement was almost lost on me. My hearing was the only sense not being toyed with, but her words were so domineering that even my ears were sending my head into a spiral of pleasure. It simply didn't measure up to her masterful tongue, though. The long, warm muscle released my tip, only to flatten against my shaft, sliding up and down over it like it was her favorite flavor of popsicle. 
"Mnnngh!" I tried to gasp, but the tainted cotton that filled my maw simply wouldn't let it out properly. I'd gotten accustomed to the intruder in my maw, but every breath I took filled me with another burst of her scent and flavor, making my body that much more sensitive to the touch. Worse still, it had been so long since my last release that my sack was simply aching to get rid of it's seed, and the steady flow of precum down my length made my mistress well aware of that. Greedily, she licked up every single drop of it she could get, and then cut out the middleman, as she closed her maw over my tip and suckled tightly upon it, pulling back from it with a loud pop!
My ears flicked as I could hear her moaning in appreciation at my taste...or perhaps, even just to tease me. Either way, it was working all too well. "Such a tasty cock...and it's all stiff and throbbing just for me...such a shame that it's going to have to wait," she whispered, letting her voice pass across the skin of my cock, her breath almost chilling me and sending a new wave of sensations through my body.
Woah. Wait...? Even in my pleasure drunk state, I could catch that word, but before I could be curious about it, I felt her lips kiss the tip of my length, and then, her maw opened, and she engulfed my entire length, so deep that her nose pressed into the bottom of my stomach. Her throat swallowed against my throbbing length, and for a moment, I was sure that I was going to fill her tummy with a burst of my seed.
Precum spurted off the tip as my mistress suddenly pulled back again, leaving my cock glistening with her spittle and throbbing at the open air. A small jet of precum leapt from it, and again, I could hear that innocent little giggle pass her lips. "That's just what I'm talking about. You have to wait...can't let you enjoy your punishment too much. You still have to do your part."
I couldn't begin to understand what she was talking about. I was starting to wonder if she was ever going to make me cum at all, but then, I felt her stand up and leave the bathtub. Her steps faded from the range of my ears, leaving me stiff as a board and panting for at least a few minutes, before she returned, heralded only by her nearly silent paws.
"It was just too fucking hot to watch you gasping, bound and gagged like that, but...I think you'd like a more direct taste," my mistress suggested, and certainly, she was right. I felt her tugging, and I opened my maw as she removed her panties, but mere seconds later, her scent was overwhelming my senses. I could feel the heat radiating from her slit as it hovered before my maw. I wouldn't even need to be able to see to know it was there. A small bead of her wetness even dripped down from her moist petals and fell to my chest, leaving her scent upon my fur. No wonder her words were getting so naughty...
...And damn, was she delicious.
Her body made it clear what she wanted as she pushed her slit right up to my lips, staining my muzzle with her delicious juices and intoxicating scent. She waited until I responded properly, and I happily obliged, opening my maw and pushing my own long, wet tongue forth, slurping all of the excess juices off of my mistress' slit, much to her moan filled delight.
"Good boy...oooh! Good boy! Show your mistress how much you love her taste, and I just might let you cum tonight..." she offered to me, and I knew it was the best deal I could get. The pleasure from her skillful blowjob had me on the edge all along, but after several minutes without her touch, I could already feel my cum backing up inside my body. Now, I finally knew what she meant about waiting, and threatened with the pain of that much backup, I panicked, and buried a couple inches of my tongue inside of her slit, pressing my maw down to suckle upon her slowly stiffening clit. 
A sharp, gasping moan filled the air and made my ears perked up as stiff as my cock, but my mistress wasn't willing to give me such satisfaction, just yet. I could feel her body shifting as her slit pushed up harder into my maw, forcing me to stuff almost the entirety of my tongue in her body, effectively fucking her sopping wet slit with it as my legs, long since forgotten in my pleasure, were spread open wide, and made no effort to resist my mistress' delicate touch. 
"Hope you're ready for your real punishment!" she howled out in pleasure, as I felt something cold and hard press up to my cock, before she engulfed it in her maw once more. Whatever it was, I could feel that she'd taken both my cock and the new object in her maw at once, perhaps just to rattle me further...and it worked. I bucked my hips up sharply, teasing the back of her throat with my tip as she forced her head down, bobbing it over my length and soaking it in a fresh coat of saliva...along with the new toy. 
And just then, it hit me, almost as hard as the head of my mistress' fake cock, slamming at my exposed rear. A toy. 
I was already swimming in pleasure at the taboo experience my mistress had put me in, but this took it to an entirely new level. So many times, she'd teased me while I was bound and out of reach, as she probed and played with her pussy, filling it with that toy...cumming all over it and making me slurp the juices off of it as I begged her for a release...
...That very same toy, now, was two inches inside of my tailhole, and forcing a new burst of precum from my length.
"Fuck me with that tongue, pet...make me squirt all over your face and I might privelage you with your release...if you fail, I'll leave you bound in this tub, toy in your tailhole, for the rest of the night...just so very, veeeeeery close," she paused, breathing heavily upon my length, "But not quite there."
I always believed that my mistress got off on controlling me and having me in bondage. Now, I was almost certain of it, as I could feel her juices simply flooding over my muzzle, soaking my chin and even dripping down to my neck as my tongue pumped firmly at her passage, the tip flicking around inside to taste every inch of her inner muscles, trying to swallow the juices from her deepest depths. My mistress cried out again, even as she took in a mawful of my cock, and I was sure that she was playing with her breasts just then, just as how hard her hips quivered against my desire soaked muzzle.
Precum started drizzling down my mistress' throat once more, and again, she swallowed it but pulled back away, gasping as she came up for air. She was determined to keep me from cumming too soon, and I felt just how naughty she was feeling moments later, as she wrapped something cotton, her panties, no doubt, around my cock. "This will be fun...oooh! My boy is so eager...such a good pet...your mistress is close, make her cum and you'll get your release!"
I could hardly take the sound of her voice, even. I felt my mistress pumping her paw over my cock, stroking it with her panties and pushing precum up through the fabric as her other paw reached down, pumping the thick fake cock in and out of my airtight tailhole. My body was nearly spasming in pleasure as I got my lips over her clit once more, kissing and suckling at it wildly while my tongue probed as deep as it could...
...And I was rewarded handsomely, with a complete flood of my mistress' cum, soaking my muzzle, chin, and even spalshing on my face and my chest. "Yes! I'm cumming, my pet! Fuck me with that tongue...fuckfuckfuck...yes! Ahhh!" she howled, sounding like she might completely lose her mind in pleasure as her slit closed over my tongue like a vice, actually yanking it as her hips bucked at my face. 
I was soaked in girlcum, bound tight to the bathtub, writhing in pleasure, and then, the panties were removed from my cock, and my mistress swallowed it down just once more, taking in the mingled flavor of my cock and her own juices as she gulped over it, using her skillful throat to massage it in ways I could only ever dream of, otherwise. I had nothing left to resist for, and as she pressed the toy all the way in my tailhole, it just brushed my prostate, and I howled out my orgasm, moaning incoherently and muffled into my mistress' waiting, dripping cunt. 
"Ulp...mnng!" My mistress gasped in shock, as she swallowed the first strand of my cum, but she couldn't handle the rest. So much teasing, and so much time between a release made my volume much greater than usual, and my seed spilled out from her lips, soaking my shaft and my sack as each throb of my cock filled her bulging maw with more cum that she couldn't handle. My knot was even coerced, as my obscenely canine cock wished for something to tie with, but her maw was all it would get, and sure enough, it was trying to breed with her. 
As my mistress felt her orgasm starting to calm down, her moans quieted and softened, and suddenly, her touch was almost nuturing on my body. She wrapped a paw daintily around my knot and squeezed it, coaxing out all of the cum I had to offer, as flood after flood of my seed came up, and she rested her rump on my chest, soaking my body with the last of her cum as she lapped up my own, taking expert care of my cock as she milked it rather affectionately.
Minutes passed, and finally, I had nothing left to give. A small pool of my seed rested at the bottom of the tub, and my fur was slicked with a mix of our juices. I was so expended from my efforts that as my mistress let go of my cock and the sensations faded, I actually started to nap a little bit. I felt the blindfold removed from my eyes, and I could see my mistress smiling at me through slightly fuzzy eyes. 
"We're okay...I promise. You know that I love you, my pet. Don't beat yourself up so much for what your subconscious mind does...the love we feel for each other when we're conscious is what matters most to me...if that love of yours belongs to me, I'm happy, and don't forget, either, that I belong to you, too."
I could only nod, smiling faintly as my mistress showed such compassion that I almost felt a bit teary-eyed. I'm sure that it was just exhaustion now as I slumped back in the tub a bit, and my mistress rested atop of me, pulling my softening length up and setting her slit upon it so that I could fall asleep inside of her...that was always my favorite reward.
"Sweet dreams, my beloved pet..."
Her final words, a sure sign that she truly had forgiven me for what I couldn't control, sent me into the deepest, most restful sleep that I can ever recall.