Furred World Chapter 1; Tor usually woke with two questions in his mind; “Is it a work day today?” and “Which one will take my morning wood?” The second question being the reason he loved the new status Quo. ((THE GOOD FEMALE OWNERS GUIDE BOOK 1 Chapter 1 Page 9 “Maximum female ownership”-Each Adult Male is afforded a standard of 2 females in his care. This number is subject to reduction as a result of criminal activity that would deem a male unsuitable to female care. A Male can increase his allowed limit of females by submitting records of income and suitable accommodation up to a maximum of fifty females in direct Ownership. NOTE; Please refer to “GOOD FEMALE OWNERS GUIDE; WHOLESALE” for information on female ownership by businesses and transportation.)) For Tor it was indeed a work day, so his plans with his females were limited for now. Though owning a trio of furred females can cause anyone to wake early enough for some fun. As he woke, the first of his pets was easy to find. He’d tied her up the night before and left her sleeping at the foot of his bed, curled in a ball, ropes keeping her legs together and her arms behind her back. With her waking moments free of the fog that clouded all female’s minds, her ball-gag was more there to keep her silent. (The fact it looked hot as hell was just a bonus.) Tor’s rising from bed stirred the sleeping cat, her eyes rolling open and slowly filling with the look that told of a female that had experienced the old world before the fall. A look that remembered how far she had fallen with no prospect of returning and hidden deep within was that faintest glimmer of pure lust ready to flood the mind and take over. “Good morning Slut!” Tor greeted his female as any owner would greet a pet; placing a hand on her cheek, enjoying the soft feeling of her luxurious fur. For being the very first Furred female she was still looking so youthful, clearly she had taken advantage of the best age reduction genetics before she lost the right to possessions (along with the rest of her gender). Her doctor must have been an artist as every inch of her body felt like fine velvet. Though, as he ran his hands over to enjoy his still-recent purchase, he found one spot that was already feeling like very wet velvet. “Wet already? Even before your heat takes hold you’re a slut.” Tor taunted her as he ran his fingers over her waiting slit, enjoying the look she gave as her intelligence slipped away. The fog would always take hold each day after a few minutes, but could be brought on early by engaging in a female’s particular desire; usually in the form of their particular fetish or kink. For Slut Zero her fetish was bondage and the feeling of helplessness that came with it, with the gag in her mouth muffling any protests, the fog of her heat was descending quickly, and the pleading muffles that escaped from her mouth were replaced with the moans of lust. Her eyes lost their recollections of the past and now only did their best to lure in the attention of her new owner. She wriggled in her bindings in the most seductive way she could, a sight Tor just found amusing. Though he kept his fingers on her slit as he explored the depths he had not yet tried out. However, this morning didn’t feel like the one to break her in as he preferred to take his time with a new female. He’d save that pleasure for tonight. So as he untied her from her rope prison, he enjoyed the “trailer” to their evenings fun that was now soaked into his dripping fingers. “C...Cock?” Slut’s first words of the day, after her gag was removed, proved her heat had securely taken her for the day, “Slut Neeeed!” ---- ((FEMALE ANATOMY 101 CHAPTER 12-Mental capacity Surprisingly, the female’s mental capacity before the Fog takes hold is similar to that of a male. Were they to receive the same education a male receives they would be just as productive. However the Fog renders any education beyond the most basic house-training mostly worthless and, as such, is not provided. Once under the influence of the Heat/Fog a female will show a marked decrease in the ability to take in new training or information. This will vary from female to female depending on their natural libido or personal sexual preferences, but most will lose the ability to form complete sentences, walk upright or problem solve any task that will not reward sexual gratification or food. Self preservation instincts are also dulled, though all females will have some capacity to flee a dangerous situation if they do not see the potential for sex. It is due to this fact that the female protection laws were put into place. Failure to abide by these laws can result in a reduction of the maximum number of females an offender can own.)) ---- Tor filled Slut’s waiting mouth with his fingers, letting her roll her tongue over them to enjoy the flavour Tor himself had sampled. Her mind defaulted to the slow sucking motion she wished she would be allowed to perform on other parts of her master’s body, but she had been a premium purchase and so she was trained well enough to know when she was allowed to touch. “Mmmaster...Slut clean.” She had not been taught to not talk with her mouth full as she did her best to advertise her oral techniques with Tor’s fingers as the models, sliding her lips up and down, rolling her tongue over the underside, she was certainly doing a good job and he looked forward to breaking her in. “Alright, that’s enough Slut.” Tor said in a slow commanding tone, though a pinch of one of her nipples was what really helped release him from her mouth. Slut pouted like a child that had lost it’s favourite toy, but still she dared not reach for her prize. “You can use the playroom today, but I promise you’ll get your turn tonight!” Tor explained like a teacher promising some free time. This seemed to work as Slut’s expression relaxed almost immediately and she began to stretch in the bed, working out the aches that can come from a night in bondage. True to her nature however, this lead to a quick Cat-nap, though without at least several hours of REM sleep, she would not be losing her fog just yet. But all this playing had only left Tor wanting. He would have to seek out one of his other pets to slate his needs. For that he headed to the bathroom and for two reasons. One; he needed a piss and Two; He had to say good morning to Red.