0 comments/ 33066 views/ 1 favorites Fox Ch. 01 By: Scorpionic She had sent him a present a few days before. The padded envelope had surprised him when it had arrived totally unexpected. As soon as he held this object in his hands, sent to him by her, he hoped it would be addressed to him in her graceful handwriting but instead the label had been printed. Disappointed, he felt tormented by her already. Before him even seeing the contents she was playing with his adoration of her, already. His stomach fluttered in excitement merely at this simple contact from her even though he did not know what lay inside. He smelled the package; fantasising that he could smell her sensual perfume, but he could not. As he opened the small brown wrapper he found a small note, which read: "You WILL arrive at the address on the reverse of this note, at no later than 8pm, on Friday evening! You MUST be fully prepared!" Nervous, excited and anxious he flipped over the note to read the address on the other side of the fine sheet of paper. He instantly recognised the address but it surprised him, nonetheless. Why had she chosen this location, in particular? Puzzled, intrigued and enthralled he made a mental note of the location, in case he lost this physical reminder, and prepared his mind to begin busying himself for her. He must prepare fully. She would have high expectations of him, as always. Then, suddenly, he felt some extra weight in the package and shook the contents into his hand. A length of silver chain fell into his palm and as he looked closer he saw a small pendant attached. The small silver item looked old and hand made; a fox, stretched out - as if running. This simple item made his heart lurch involuntarily as his face glowed in the broadest of smiles. He knew that he must wear this item, for her, from now onwards, forever. -0- It seemed like eons before this day that she had named him "Fox" and told him that it would be his new name in her presence and company from that point onwards. He had readily accepted this new name and felt deep warmth when she used it to address him. It was her indication to him that she had accepted him and it had since filled him with a secure sense of belonging. -0- He carefully placed the chain, pendant and typed note back into the envelope and hurried his way to his room. There he bustled through clothes and shoes deliberating over which items would please her most. He must wear black, for he believed she would appreciate his efforts. Several items were chosen then rejected; clothes strewn across his bed in apparent chaos. His mind swam now, visions of her, thoughts and concerns, anxiety and hope all melding into one emotion of need. He needed to see her. -0- Friday morning arrived and he hurried to work as usual. The day passed miraculously quickly yet his mind seemed constantly plagued by visions and thoughts of her. She taunted him, even in her absence, and he felt almost drugged now, knowing that tonight he would be in her presence again. Upon arriving home in the late afternoon he knew he had many rituals to perform to ensure that he was fully prepared for her. He set about running a deep bath and, again, trimmed and filed his finger and toe nails to perfection. As the steam filled the bathroom he groomed himself to ensure his genitals were exquisitely presentable for her inevitable inspection. While he lay in the oil scented water he steamed his face with a scorching hot flannel to draw any impurities from his skin and buffed his body with a sponge to ensure he was spotlessly clean. Having scoured every inch of his body and having washed his hair he hauled himself out of the bath and set about carefully shaving. He must be as smooth, for her, as possible. Next he stood and cleaned his teeth, twice, grimacing into the mirror to ensure he was as perfect, for her, as he could be. He set about ironing his shirt and pressing his trousers; checking to make sure his shoes were polished and shiny. Having laid the pristine clothes out on his bed he next set about styling his hair in a manner that he hoped would win him praise from her. His stomach lurched and fluttered as he prepared and wondered what she was doing right at this moment in time. He ached to see her and felt the familiar nerves welling deep down within him. -0- He made his way to the address travelling safely along familiar roads and then out onto newer territory. He followed the directions which shone out at him from the street signs as he chewed some gum and tried to distract himself by humming along to music from the radio. His stomach still churned but he ignored it now -- relishing the sense of need which ached deep within his chest and loins. Checking the clock on the dashboard he noted the time. Half an hour until her preset deadline and his timing was immaculate, he was almost there. He arrived at the small rural hotel and parked his car in one of the spaces outside. He searched for her car but could not see it. Hollow suddenly; he worried if perhaps she would not turn up. The evening air was cool and crisp and he knew he should not be waiting here for her. Following her directions from previous meetings, he made his way into the hotel lobby and informed the receptionist that he had arrived. The young girl smiled at him sweetly and handed him a key to "The Queen Suite" then offering him to take refreshment in the bar while he waited. The hotel seemed abandoned of customers and he presumed the lateness of the season had reduced the number of tourists who might pass by and take a room for the night. He moved through to the cosy bar and ordered, flashing the key number to the bar-tender as payment for his drink. All seats were available to him as the bar area was empty. He spied a large chair in the corner by the fireplace which crackled away filling the room with warmth and a hearty glow. He removed his jacket, sat down and gazed into the flickering flames waiting for her to arrive. After a short while, his mind drifting around memories and thoughts of her, he raised his gaze from the fire and checked the time shown by the large porcelain clock on the mantle. It was now half an hour past her deadline. Nerves flooded through every fibre of his body. She had let him down. She would not be coming. This must all be a ruse to set him up for an evening of torment. The bar-tender gestured over towards him and offered to refill his glass. He declined, sadness filling him, rather than the warm tingle of alcohol. He stroked the silver pendant which now hung around his neck and hoped with all his might that she would not abandon him now. All of a sudden, as he wracked his mind as to what to do next, the telephone at the bar rang loudly out into the silence. He heard the bar-tender speak in a low voice and then replace the receiver. "Monsieur Fox?" The young Frenchman addressed him softly. "Your guest has now arrived". Instantly relieved, he rose from his chair and swallowed down the remains of his drink. He felt suddenly more nervous than ever and stood still for a moment as if taking stock of his situation. Then, with one deep breath, he made his way back out to the lobby and towards the large sweeping staircase which would take him to her. As he climbed the stairs he wondered how she had managed to enter the building without his knowledge. Perhaps she had been here all along, and had, perhaps, been watching him as he arrived. He could not be certain and would not question her until later. For now, he just ached to see her. He made his way along the long corridor to the familiar heavy double doors of the suite. The furnishings of the hotel were dark and of a period he could not pinpoint, delightful drapes framing the leaded windows and sumptuous carpets under foot. He adored this place and felt so glad she had chosen it for their rendezvous tonight. He stopped at the large doors and took another deep breath, trying to compose himself and regain his inner strength. Then, rather formally, he knocked purposefully on the door. A few seconds passed. Silence. He waited another second or two, now nervously looking down at the toes of his shoes as he fidgeted. Then, a lump lurched into the back of his throat as he heard a movement at the other side of the door. It was her. He sensed her presence so powerfully now. The right-hand section of the door swung open but she was not in view. The room inside was dark and dimly lit by candle light as he stepped across the threshold into her domain. The large, familiar and elaborate suite opened in front of him. The gorgeous fire-place with logs which were yet to be started; the huge four poster bed covered in dark luxurious coverings; the leather Chesterfield sofa and chair he had seen and sat on several times before. He felt the door swing closed behind him and instinctively he froze in his tracks. She was behind him now; he could feel her immense charisma and felt every fibre of his body fill with a sense of complete comfort. Then, swiftly, she had placed her hand on his shoulder and turned him quickly. She moved him backwards and pushed him so he was pressed against the door. As he turned he was greeted by the full glory of her. She stood in front of him, majestically supreme, swathed in a soft, deep red cloak; the hood framing her stunning and strong face brilliantly. Her green eyes shone out from the darkness and held his gaze as her soft hand grasped him gently yet firmly by the throat against the heavy wooden door. She purred in front of him as she eyed him; her exquisite red tinted lips curling in her deliciously wicked smile as she reached in to his mind through his own eyes. He was totally powerless now; she had a firm hold of him physically, mentally and emotionally, and she knew it. "Mmmmm... Good boy!" She whispered - her lips hardly moving. Her gentle hand released its grip of his neck and gently began to caress the side of his face. He ached for her to kiss him now; it had been so long since he had been blessed with the contact of her beautiful mouth. But, instead, she grazed her finger tips along his jaw line and then turned on her heels and moved away from him. "Sit down, Fox." She gestured over to the large leather chair by the fireside. He moved quickly over to the chair and sat on the edge of the seat his eyes now directed to the floor, assuming his submissive position. He greatly sensed that she felt extremely dominant over him on this night and he would be careful not to cross her. She moved across the room in front of him and stood, a few feet away, to one side of the fireplace. Her cloak whooshed, brushing against her long legs and the floor, as she moved. She clicked her fingers, a command he now recognised as her demand that he should look at her now. He raised his eyes slowly, basking in the divine vision that started to present itself to him. The long dark red cloak was made of smooth soft velvet. He allowed his eyes to rise higher, and as he did so she moved her left foot moving the front of the cloak to one side. He realised that she was wearing a pair of very long shiny boots the toe of one leg now peeking out to torment him. His breath caught in his throat as he soaked up her vision. She looked more beautiful to him now than ever before. As his eyes continued to ascend slowly to take in more of her image she moved again. This time hooking one hand aside onto her glorious hip and hooking the side of the cloak behind her bent elbow. In awe now, he could see that she was wearing a totally delicious satin corset and short black skirt which seemed to compliment the boots and her shape perfectly. He watched for a split second as her breasts rose with each of her breaths as a sigh escaped from his own lips and he felt his cock surging in response to her. "Tonight is special, my darling Fox!" She informed him. His mind swam now, totally besotted by her, as always; but he tried to focus on why tonight was so special. He could not ask her why or even begin to fathom how her mind would be working on this evening and instead he leaned back into the chair as she strode towards him, as she smiled wickedly, intent clearly shining out at him from within her glinting green eyes. Fox Ch. 02 As she neared him his stomach knotted, again, as his cock hardened even further. He could not take his eyes off her. She moved, gracefully, and with great purpose towards him, the long velvet cloak falling away from her shoulders and eventually down to the floor in her wake. She reached up to ruffle her hair, as he had seen her do so a thousand times already, but on this night even this simple gesture held such a sweet power over him. He ached to reach out and touch her as she edged ever closer. She moved her hands behind her back and he could see movement suggesting the adept action of her slender fingers. Suddenly a broad silk sash fell from her waist. He had not spotted it tied around the centre of her hour glass curves, previously; the cloak had shadowed its presence from him. As she finally neared him he could see her curling the ends of the long shiny black material around each of her sensual hands; gathering the material taut in the middle. Finally she stopped in front of him. The beautiful toes of her beautiful boots stood squarely between his own feet and, nervously, again, he was trapped by her, but on this occasion, it was purely by her presence alone. "You trust me? Don't you?" She purred at him, ignoring any response. Smiling, she leaned into him and placed the dark slippery fabric of the sash across his eyes which immediately closed and plunged him into complete darkness. His vulnerability multiplied ten-fold now, his breath quickening at her proximity to him as she tied the silk behind his head. His remaining senses were instantly heightened. He could smell her scent, both her perfume, which was exquisite and her own, powerful fragrance. The sash felt smooth and surprisingly warm against his skin and he moved his head around as if to discover what may happen to him next. Still, his hands did not move from their relaxed position on the arms of the chair. Still, he did not attempt to touch her. He was her quarry now. He must submit to her in any way she decides. -0- She smiled down at him as her own nerves steadied. He was here with her now and she could relax. She had made her statement upon him entering the room and she knew he would do exactly as she asked of him, as he always did. Sometimes these moments were as much a delicious torment to her as she knew they were to him. She ached to soften to him and allow him to take her now but was far too focussed to allow those matters to cloud her judgement now. She would show him what he meant to her later. Stepping away from him she moved around to behind his chair and glanced to ensure that the knot holding the sash was sufficiently tied for now. Again, she noticed the glint of the silver chain around his neck and allowed a full, warm-hearted smile to light up her face out of his view. By his own action he now belonged to her and in that same act of wearing her gift he acknowledged her as his too. She smiled again. Indeed, this whole weekend would be special for many different reasons. -0- His ears strained to hear her moving behind him. He had felt her gaze upon him and he was sure he had sensed her smiles; his own smile still present on his lips - his mind whirling with all sorts of ideas, hopes and thoughts. He heard her approaching again and startled slightly as the old floor boards creaked as she moved beside him. He felt her reach towards him and flinched as she worked quickly unbuttoning his shirt; adeptly ensuring her fingertips did not make contact with his skin. "Sit forwards!" She demanded, as she pulled the shirt off his back. He ached to feel her as the slight chill in the room made contact with his skin. So, this was why she had not started the fire! Then, almost painfully, the unmistakeable sensation of her fingernails flowed through his chest. She was teasing him now; her finger tips and manicured talons barely touching him. He tingled with new warmth now; glowing with her contact. He presumed she must now be standing directly between his knees again and wanted to move his thighs to touch her, but he dare not. The stroking continued for what seemed like an eternity, her sensual fingers finding every millimetre of his naked torso and arms. He remained totally still, his only response to her being his surging erection, now so clearly evident in his trousers and the quickening sighs on his breath. He knew she was reading him and wanted to give her every opportunity to do so. He wanted to empower his Goddess. Abruptly then he felt a sting against his right nipple, then a trail of coldness running down over his ribcage to his waist. Quickly he realised that she had placed an ice cube against his chest. The ice burned his skin momentarily but it sent shots of adrenaline throughout his body. He felt a groan escape his lips. Then, the stroking of her warm fingertips continued and the now melting ice cube was removed. He felt her bend forwards over him and the familiar soft, tickle of her hair grazed against his chest. He sighed aloud again, tormented by her closeness; her sensuality; her power. He could feel his cock now drooling inside his trousers and wondered if the dampness was now soaking through the material covering his groin. Tantalising him now; she allowed her warm breath to fall over his cold hard nipple sending further tingles throughout his being. She was so close now, he could raise his hands and hold her; reach out to touch her; but he must not. Sharply then, again, he felt the unexpected burn of ice, this time against his left nipple. The same routine was followed as he squirmed before her. Arousal, desire, lust and submission all filled him equally. He felt he might burst at any moment. Again the cold water trickled down over his skin and he felt the coolness replaced by the heat emanating from her mouth so close to him. Another groan burst from within. Next, she was moving away from him and he puzzled as to what his next fate might be. He suspected she may bind him into this chair and torment him. He felt vulnerable enough without physical ties now and hoped that she would not be so cruel. She was back between his legs again and this time placed her hands on top of his firmly holding them down to the high arms of the leather arm chair. He was certain that she would restrain him now; he felt so trapped by her instantly. However, she did not. Instead, deliciously, he felt the weight of her bearing down onto his thighs. The recognisable heaviness of her delightful bottom closed in over his lap. She moved over him, grinding her full hips downwards making him burn with desire. Then, as she raised herself away from him, having apparently teased him enough, she raised his hands with her own and pulled them into her waist and hips. He almost choked on the noise which escaped from him this time; the voluptuous feel of her body in his hands almost too much for him to bear. His mind's eye envisaged her position before him now, her back to him, bending slightly away from him, and the fullness of her glorious backside directly in front of him. If only he could tear the blindfold away from his face and soak up the glory of such a view; but he now understood why she had taken his sense of sight away from him -- in order to torment him further. She stood and stretched before him, contorting her form in between his searching hands. Softly, he caressed her through the smooth material of her skirt and silken fabric of her corset. He felt her bending over further in front of him so as to stretch her body before him. His hands moved down her hips instinctively and found the firmness of her strong thighs. Down his touch travelled until he reached the top of her striking boots. He shuddered as his fingers ran over the edge of the shiny hard material and he now wanted to beg for the cover across his eyes to be removed. His fingertips edged gently inside the very top of each boot and his groans came again as his skin made contact with hers. Soft, silky, strong thighs encased in shiny, erotic leather boots. He could hardly contain himself. Then, reaching down slightly lower he discovered the lace edge of a stocking top hidden beneath each boot. Another groan lurched out of him. She was driving him insane with desire and torment and he knew she totally understood the immense power she had over him. So weak and vulnerable he was to her now. He knew he could never live without her in his life. She held and controlled him, in every regard. His fingers stroked around the boot and along to her inner thigh. He felt her quiver slightly at his touch and believed he heard a soft purr escape from her. "Mmmmm... Good boy!" She purred at him, smiling devilishly. A massive swoon swathed over him, then, like a thick, dark liquid encasing him totally in its sticky grasp. He felt he could die now, right in this moment, and feel eternally content. She sensed his pleasure, in that split second, and smiled again, knowing that they had not even begun the weekend's journey and that they would revel in many more pleasures together and again feel their complete oneness. Fox Ch. 03 Straightening her posture, once more, she stood tall and turned to face him as he lowered his hands and replaced them, the palms facing downward on the arms of the chair. Still his eyes were covered but his sense of hearing had already adapted and he was pre-empting her movements. His face followed her as if he could see. She smiled down at him for a moment, as if again considering his fate. Next, she raised one of her gloriously clad legs and hooked her foot on the corner of the chair arm, missing his fingertips by a hair's breadth. She continued to smile at him wickedly, as if an idea had formed in her mind, and hooked up her skirt to slow the tops of her supple thighs and a hint of her knickers. "Remove your blindfold!" She demanded, dropping her smile, lest he see it. He reached behind his head and fumbled for a moment at the well tied knot until eventually the silk slid down over his nose and rested just below his chin. He left it there, not wishing to bother himself with such a technicality at this present moment in time. Keeping his eyes closed he moved his face back to her direction and returned his hands to their original position. "Watch me, now!" She requested with a slight lilt to her voice now. He opened his eyes and blinked in the half light. He startled at the sight of her beautiful foot so close to his own hand and wondered to himself if he might dare to reach out and touch her boot. She cleared her throat with a cursory cough as if to demand his attention and instantly he refocused his gaze upon her. Stunned he realised that he could just spy a glimpse of a red crotch between her strong thighs and he immediately squirmed in his seat. She was such an arousing vision stood there before him; such sweet torment. She was now stood directly in his space with her left leg raised at an angle which gave him the most superb view of her. He knew this was her plan and wallowed in the delight of her intuitive control of him. Her left hand was resting on her thigh casually as she raised her right hand and drew a line along the outside of her right thigh, gently hooking the hem of her skirt with her finger and raising it a centimetre or so higher. His breaths shortened further and he continued to fidget in the chair. He was certain that his trousers were now soaked as a result of his continued arousal but did not care to look. He was, now, in this moment, totally transfixed by her. Slowly, and methodically, she purposefully moved her right hand. Tracing the outline of the leg of her underwear she mapped out her own curves before him, finally resting her finger tips just over her pubic mound. There her hand stopped for a few moments provoking him further. "This is especially for you, my slave." She purred. He puzzled whether she meant that she had worn these exquisite red knickers especially for him this evening, or whether it was the content which was being especially presented to him now. The truth of the matter had no consequence; he was besotted by the concept and presence of both. "Release your cock for me!" She ordered. Automatically, and without moving his eyes from her own hands he fumbled momentarily at the button and zip of his trousers, reaching inside to unbutton the shorts he wore in order to unleash his throbbing and aching dick for her to view. Her demand for him to reveal himself had make him twitch and squirm again and as he set free his hard cock he felt the slippery pre-cum which had already oozed out of him. Gasps now travelled on his breath; like subliminal indicators of his total submission to her. "Mmmmm... Good boy!" She praised him, smiling at his erect penis which bobbed against his stomach now, leaving a trail of sticky liquid as it bobbed there in front of her. He groaned then in response to her praise and allowed his head to tilt back slightly. "Concentrate!" She snapped. He returned his head to the upright position, straightened his back and reinstated his undivided attention towards her. As his mouth opened slightly to allow a new deeper groan escape she allowed her fingers to run over the material covering her.