13 comments/ 90177 views/ 52 favorites A Private Heaven By: stormkitty This story and its characters are copyright © 2002 by StormKitty. Any resemblance to actual persons, their furry personas, or characters in other works of fiction is unintentional and coincidental. This story is a work of fiction that contains acts of consensual BDSM sex between adult furries (anthropomorphic animals), and is not intended for minors. If you are under 18, are offended by works of this type, or are located in a jurisdiction where such material is unlawful, do not read it. The author assumes no responsibility for failure to comply with the preceding statement. Please do not post to a mailing list, newsgroup, website, or archive without first obtaining permission from the author. Works of art based on characters or scenes from this story are permitted and encouraged. Blurb (what might appear on the back cover if this were a published novel): Kirin the lynx and Chama the ocelot were inseparable when they grew up together. But Kirin hasn't seen her best friend since Chama sold herself as a pleasure slave to pay off a family debt. Now being reunited for the first time in several years, Chama reveals that she has a pleasure slave of her own, a red fox named Travis, whom she is giving to Kirin for the duration of her week-long visit. By the end of the visit, Kirin will learn some surprising things about Chama, Travis, and especially herself. * Prologue Chama and I were best friends as far back as I can remember. We grew up together, went to school together, had countless sleepovers together, and shared all of our joys and sorrows with one another along the way. We were both third children, which in my family was youngest but in hers meant she had four younger siblings. Spots and Tufts, our parents often called us; she an ocelot and I a lynx, we were inseparable. We had our first sexual experience together during one of those sleepovers, as I'm sure many of our peers did when they came of age. But even after we developed an interest in boys and began sharing with each other all of our romantic and sexual escapades with the opposite sex, we continued to have the occasional tryst with each other. Unfortunately, the time came when we had to go separate ways. My family, though not rich, always lived a comfortable existence, and when I left to go to college, Chama's family fell on financial hard times. Chama loved her family dearly and tried to help any way she could, even resorting to prostitution to help pay the bills. But when her father was struck ill and spent a month in the hospital, the hospital bills together with his inability to work motivated her to make the ultimate sacrifice for her family. She sold herself as a pleasure slave. I went on to graduate from college and land a well-paying job in our hometown of Cragmoor, but couldn't help feeling a little guilty whenever I thought about her and about how differently our lives had turned out. For a while I thought I would never see her again, and truth be told, I was little afraid of what I would find if I did. Until recently, that is. All that changed when I had a chance encounter with Roald, her younger brother. Though he often annoyed Chama and I when we were younger, he was an adult now and we had a very pleasant conversation. He told me the family had recovered financially, but more important for me, he was back in touch with Chama and gave me her phone number. I called her that night and we spent about two hours on the phone. We talked like we always had when we were younger, and by the end of the conversation it felt like we'd never been apart. I told her about various happenings from the last several years of my life - my college years, my job, my love interests, and so forth. Chama now lived in Port Shelton, a small city on the coast that had some high-tech industries and drew a fair bit of tourist traffic. She said she was happy with where she was in her life now but didn't say much about what all had happened in the interim, and I didn't ask, thinking she'd tell me when she was ready. I wasn't sure what to think until she called about a month later and invited me to come stay with her. I told her I'd be delighted to. "And when you get here, I've got a nice surprise for you," she told me. I didn't give it much further thought and had nearly forgotten about it by the next day at work where I put in for a week's vacation. Saturday The four-hour journey from Cragmoor went by quickly. Port Shelton has numerous oddly angled and narrow one-way streets, so I was thankful that the directions she gave me took me straight to the High Street address she gave me. I wasn't expecting anything fancy and was relieved to see that it wasn't a run-down area, but hadn't really considered that she might live in a business district. Most of the buildings on this block and the next had either storefront windows or shingles hanging out in front of them. Two doors down was a bakery and coffee shop, and across the street was an art dealer. There was an office supply store, a hair salon, and several professional offices - accountants, doctors, lawyers. Some of these were originally older homes, with picket fences along the front sidewalk, while many of the newer buildings were designed to match the style of the older ones. I knew Port Shelton was a tourist town and I was looking forward to exploring it during my visit, but this part of town evidently catered primarily to local residents. The address Chama had given me was a villa with a long sloping roof up to dormer windows set back on the second floor. About three-fourths of the front was taken up by a lawyer's office. I read the words "Thomas B. Graydon - Attorney at Law" painted in gold lettering on the front window above the bar association logo. It being a Saturday, the office was closed. To the left was another door, the one Chama's directions indicated, so I rang the doorbell. Less than five seconds later, the door opened, and there stood Chama, looking as if she had run to answer it. "Kirin!" "Chama! It's so good to see you." We pounced on each other and hugged profusely. "Did you have any trouble finding the place?" "None at all." I looked her over. Somehow, I had supposed that being a pleasure slave would degrade one's appearance, but Chama looked none the worse for wear. If anything, she looked better than ever. She showed me where to park and helped me bring my luggage inside. Fifteen minutes later we were sitting at her table, eating sandwiches and sipping wine coolers. As we chatted, I looked around the place. The kitchen, though not particularly large, was well equipped and stocked. A sliding door led outside to a small patio with a flower garden, overshadowed by neighboring buildings. Everything in the living and dining rooms, from the china cabinet to the large screen TV to the pictures hanging on the walls, spoke of affluence. There was still the upstairs, which I hadn't seen yet. One door that apparently led into the lawyer's office looked as if it were permanently closed. "Who's the lawyer up front?" "He's my landlord. Great guy. I'm sure you'll get to meet him while you're here." I glanced around again. "Chama, this is a really nice place you've got here. How on earth did you come out so well?" She gave me a thoughtful look. "I was planning to show you next week, probably Monday. You don't mind waiting a couple of days, do you?" I pondered this a moment. "I guess not. Just promise me you won't keep any secrets from me for long." "I promise." "Okay." She looked at me with a twinkle in her eye. "Just relax and enjoy yourself. And speaking of promises, it's time to bring out that surprise I promised you." "Bring it on." Chama arose and went upstairs. I heard footsteps through the ceiling, and a moment later, she descended the stairs. Right behind her was a male red fox, about average height and build for a fox, who appeared clean and well groomed. Most notably, however, he was wearing nothing but a breechcloth. And a collar. My eyes must have nearly popped out. He gave me a brief glance, which he quickly averted downward. Chama motioned to him, and he knelt on the floor between our seats. "Kirin, I'd like you to meet Travis, my pleasure slave. Travis, this is Kirin." "Pleased to meet you," he said, as he smiled and held out his hand. I shook it. My eyes went back and forth between them in disbelief. "You... have a pleasure slave?" With everything else I saw about the place, and now this, it was just too much. Now I was more curious than ever to find out how she had come to this lifestyle. "Back when I was a pleasure slave, I thought it might be nice to have one of my own someday, so when an opportunity arose, I took advantage of it." She looked down at him. "He's a good slave, too. I've been very pleased to have him." The words were almost a purr. "Well... I suppose you have a lot of fun with him." I must have sounded like an idiot, but I didn't know what else to say. "Oh, of course I do. There's nothing else quite like having someone you can use for your own pleasure, any way you like." I just nodded. I could hardly believe I was hearing Chama talk like this. "So, Kirin, what I'm doing with him this week is giving him to you. Any way you want to be pampered, pleasured, or entertained, Travis is yours to command." My jaw was somewhere beneath the floor. My mouth moved, but no sound came out. Chama's grin was almost predatory, and even Travis seemed to find my incoherence amusing. "W... Wh... Wha... Isn't he... yours? Don't you..?" "Kirin, don't worry about me. I have Travis to myself most of the time, so it's not as if I'm missing out on anything by letting you have him for a few days. It would be ungracious of me not to share him with you." "Chama, you really don't have to..." "I like it when my slave entertains others. It's one of the best parts of having a pleasure slave. Don't tell me you've never fantasized about having a lover who will do anything you wish. One you can do anything to you like." Chama ran her fingers through the fur on his head between his ears. "He'll take very good care of you." She drew her hand across his shoulder and down through the fur on his chest languorously. Travis didn't flinch. "He's very fit." She reached down with her other hand to squeeze his buttocks. "And if I may say so, he is quite talented in the use of his... assets." Her hand strayed out along his perfectly groomed tail, which emerged through a split in the back of the breechcloth. I took a couple of deep breaths. "Chama, I once swore I'd never have anything to do with pleasure slaves after one of my friends became one. The only reason I'm even considering this is because you are that friend." That, and the fact that turning her down would mean I probably couldn't stay, and might be the end of our friendship. Travis looked up at Chama and something passed between them in that instant before he resumed his subservient posture. "I can't deny that there is a dark side to the practice of pleasure slavery. I've been one, and I've seen things and done things you probably never imagined. At least slaves nowadays are citizens with some rights. It's not like centuries past when slaves were nothing more than property." She stopped a moment while I pondered her words. She continued. "There is a lot to a good master/slave relationship, and speaking as a former slave, I know how to treat one. Travis here has been mine for almost three years now and we know each other pretty well. I know what he's capable of, I know what his limits are, he knows what's expected of him, and I know how he feels about being a slave. So please believe me when I tell you he'll be happy to have you as his mistress for as long as you're visiting. In fact, he's been looking forward to it. Right, Travis?" He looked at me, and something inside me started melting. "Yes, Kirin, I will be pleased to serve you during your visit." The more I thought about it, the more I was warming up to the idea. My first thought had been that perhaps the last few years had changed my friend in more ways than I had realized, but if our other conversations up to this point were anything to go by, she was still the same person I had grown up with, and my gut feeling was that in a matter of pleasure slaves, I could trust her judgment. I studied Travis. Subordinate though he was, I didn't see any fear or overt humility in his posture. And he was quite an attractive red fox. His face, from the tufts of his ears to the tip of his muzzle, with those sparkling green eyes between, had a smile that could turn heads. The rest of his body looked very fit, as Chama had mentioned, and the thought of those 'assets' she had mentioned earlier gave me a tingle between the legs. I walked over beside him and ran my hand through the fur on his neck down to his elbow, savoring its softness, the firm muscle beneath, and the warmth radiating from his skin. I put my hand under his muzzle and lifted it up, looking into those eyes. He had a gentle smile, and that something inside me finished melting. "Okay, I'll take him." "I knew you would," purred the ocelot. "Okay, he's all yours. Please, enjoy him any way you like. Travis," she said, turning to him, "please take Kirin's luggage upstairs and show her to her room." I got a nice view of his ass as he carried my suitcases up the stairs ahead of me. Once I tore my eyes away from it, I observed that there were five doors in the upstairs hallway, one of which was probably a closet. One room we passed appeared to be Chama's office and another had some fitness equipment. When we entered the room at the end of the hall, my eyes nearly popped out. It was nothing short of a luxury suite, complete with a king size bed, wet bar, and a full bath with a large soaking tub. And the view out the window of central Port Shelton sloping down to the sea was spectacular. Chama entered behind me as Travis placed the luggage on the dresser. "Would you like me to unpack your things for you?" he asked. "Sure," I said without much thought. I usually lived out of my suitcase whenever I traveled, but what the heck. A moment later, however, I began to flush with embarrassment as he carefully placed my lingerie, some of it quite racy, into one of the drawers. Chama must have noticed. "Don't worry," she said. "He'll probably see you in it before you leave." My ears must have gone about three shades redder at that statement, but Chama was already looking elsewhere. "I bet you'll put that to good use," she said, gesturing toward the soaking tub, which was long and wide enough for two to stretch out in and deep enough to sit in up to my neck. "I was already planning on it," I replied. "You'll enjoy having Travis scrub the day's worries out of your fur." But of course, I thought. I was used to giving myself a bath and hadn't quite put two and two together. This is scary, I thought, but that tingle between my legs was getting stronger too. Seeing the thoughtful look on my face, Chama continued. "Travis is anxious to please, and I think a bath would be a good way to get you two off to a good start." I followed her out to the hall. "This is my room," she said, indicating the room opposite the stairs. It was almost as nice as mine, though it lacked the soaking tub. I suspected the room she gave me was normally her room. "If you need anything, you know where to find me." She placed a hand on my arm and looked at me. "You can do almost anything you want with Travis, but I need to mention a couple of rules. I don't think they'll limit your choices much. First, you can't alter his appearance. No shaving or dyeing his fur, in case you're into that sort of thing, or leaving any marks on his head. Second, he does have a safeword..." "A safeword?" "You know, something he says when..." "I know what a safeword is. Do you think I'd ever do anything to make him use it?" "It's 'pumpkin', and I'd be very surprised if you did, but I had to mention it just in case. Finally, Travis and I have some other commitments during the week, so there will be time periods when I'll need him back. The first one isn't until Monday morning, so he's all yours for the rest of the weekend." "Okay," I replied. I had no idea what sort of commitments a pleasure slave might have but let the question slide. If she wanted me to know, she'd tell me. "Oh, one more thing I almost forgot. Don't plan to take him out in public with you just yet. You'll be able to do that later in the week, but until you've had a couple of days with him it would be best if you kept him here at home." "No problem," I said. Though I hadn't yet had much of a chance to think about what I might want to do with Travis, none of these rules prohibited anything I'd thought about so far. We peered back in my room, where Travis had finished emptying my luggage which he had also put away somewhere. "What else can I do for you, Mistress?" he asked. His voice was almost a purr. My eyes explored his body again, knowing my hands would be doing the same later on. "I think I'd like to just sit and talk with Chama for now." He came down and fixed himself some lunch while Chama and I sat and talked. She mentioned that masters sometimes spoon-feed their slaves and she occasionally did, but she had wearied of the practice after doing it almost every meal for nearly a month after his doctor said he was a few pounds over his ideal weight. "Mistress Kirin, is there anything I can get you?" asked the fox. "Like what?" I asked. "Something to drink? A foot rub?" I shrugged. "I'm not used to having a slave." There was a long pause as he and Chama exchanged another look. "Travis, perhaps it would be best if you go easy on her at first." His ears flicked. "Yes, ma'am." He turned to me. "In that case, may I go upstairs and exercise?" asked Travis. I turned to Chama. "Does he normally ask for permission for things like this?" "No. He knows what he doesn't need to ask my permission for." "Then why is he asking me?" "Because you're his mistress now." I looked back at Travis. "Okay. From now on, whatever Chama would normally allow is fine with me." He seemed pleased with that answer as he turned and ascended the stairs. "Okay, so he's mine for the week, but I still don't know what I'm going to do with him. What do you suggest?" Chama shrugged. "Travis would prefer that you decide on your own what you want to do with him. That way it's more personalized. He feels more like he's doing what you really want instead of what I would want." She paused as I took this in. "I think you'll get plenty of ideas soon enough, but if you really do get stuck, ask me again and I'll give you some suggestions." I just nodded. "I'll give you a couple of pointers. His tongue is amazing," she purred, drawing out the last word. "Already thought of that one," I whispered back. I didn't have to ask where she was referring to him using it. "And the exercise room upstairs is also our 'playroom'. Feel free to rummage around in that room. There's plenty of gear up there and you're welcome to use any of it." "Okay." While I intended to put the exercise room to good use, I had a feeling not all of the 'gear' she was referring to was for that purpose. "This is all so unexpected," I exclaimed, and let out a sigh. There was one other worry about the situation that nagged at the back of my mind. "It was you I came to see. Are we..? I mean, will it be a problem with him, too..." I couldn't think how to phrase it. She leaned over and placed her hands on mine. "Don't worry. We've got the whole week and we'll have lots of time to spend together." I grinned at her. "Aren't you afraid I'll want to spend all my time with him?" A Private Heaven "I know you better than that," she chuckled. "I prefer to think the time you spend with Travis will improve the quality of the time you spend with me." She sat back. "Anytime you want to do something with Travis, just say the word. You can close the door and I'll turn on the radio and leave you guys alone. Whatever you do, I won't ask, and it's up to you if you want to tell. Travis will respect your wishes." "On my way up I was thinking about some of the stuff we used to do when you slept over." "We can do some of that, too, with or without Travis." Our conversation moved on to other subjects. It was similar yet different from when we were younger. We were still Spots and Tufts, just more grown up versions of ourselves. Instead of talking about sneaking to the refrigerator at night to steal a sip from our parents' bottle of wine, we talked about whether we liked chardonnay or white zinfandel better. A Private Heaven When I finally came back down to earth, I pushed Travis onto his back and stroked his prick once again. "My turn again. Are you ready for this, my foxie?" "Yes, ma'am," he replied with a glint in his eye. I straddled his cock and lowered myself gently onto him. I slid my cunt back and forth along its length a few times, getting it slick with my juices, before I took the head inside me. I moved slowly, taking a little more of him each time, watching his eyes glaze, until I had him to the hilt. I stopped a moment to feel his chest fur and pinch his nipples while enjoying the full sensation of his cock inside me, then I leaned forward and began thrusting in earnest. He thrust back, and before long, I felt another orgasm building. As my thrusts became wilder, I could feel a change in his cock as his knot was swelling. This only added to the pleasure as my orgasm mounted. Finally, I exploded, coming harder than before. While in the throes of pleasure, I saw his back arch as he moaned loudly and emptied his load inside me. We both lay there panting for a couple of minutes. I could still feel the knot in his cock, but unlike a canid female for whom the response to keep her cunt muscle tight around it is involuntary, thus 'tying' them together, I was able to relax mine so he could slide out with little effort as I lifted off him. I slid down beside him as our breathing and our heartbeats came back down, basking in the afterglow. "Good, hmmm?" I murmured "I'm glad you enjoyed it," he replied. "I meant for you." He paused and smiled. "Yes, it was." "Where do you sleep?" "On the floor, or here in bed if you like." The bed was big enough for both of us to sleep in comfortably, even if we didn't stay next to each other, so I saw no reason to have him sleep elsewhere. I somehow found it comforting to have him with me. As I drifted off to dreamland, the day's events played back through my mind. Before today I never would have considered being with a pleasure slave, and when Chama had introduced Travis to me, my initial thought was that I probably wouldn't do much with him, at least not right away. Yet within a matter of hours, we had seen each other naked, he had washed me all over, I couldn't resist savoring his body, and now, by the end of my first day, we had already done the deed. How had I let myself go so far in such a short time? Travis never once seemed like he was just doing what was expected of him. This fox had been positively seductive in the manner in which he was ready to do anything for me, and as far as I could tell he was enjoying everything he did as much as I was, if not more. No wonder I hadn't felt any guilt. And then there were those looks he and Chama exchanged. I was sure there were signals passing between them that I wasn't picking up on. But I didn't get much of a chance to puzzle over such thoughts before sleep claimed me. Sunday I awoke about 7:45, about fifteen minutes before I had told Travis to wake me if I wasn't up yet. I quietly used the bathroom and decided to feign sleep in anticipation of his promised method of awakening. Sure enough, at 8:00 I heard him slip into the room and under the covers. He began lapping at my cunt, very gently at first, spreading the wetness already present with his tongue. It didn't take long before his ministrations caused me to drop all pretense of sleep, as he gradually increased his tempo and built me up. I came soon afterward. I looked down at him. "I could get used to waking up like this." He smiled back. "You were already awake, weren't you?" "How could you tell?" "You were pretty wet when I started." "Okay, so my pussy betrayed me." "Sometimes it knows what you want more than your mind does," he observed. An interesting remark, I thought. I wondered if the same could be said of his cock. Maybe that explained why Chama had him wear those tight shorts. It was raining outside, which put a damper on my thoughts of seeing any of Port Shelton that day. Chama and I talked about some of the things we used to do during our sleepovers. In one of those old games, we would play cards, and after each deal, the loser had to perform cunnilingus on the winner. Chama suggested a variation in which Travis did the honors. We were seated on floor cushions at a low table, playing gin rummy. The fox was under the table, lapping at our exposed pussies in turn. After each hand we went on to the next as he worked on whichever of us had won the most recent hand, but he was not to give either of us an orgasm until we won three in a row. Each hand took about five minutes, and after about an hour, I had twice won two in a row and lost the third, leaving me hanging each time. Travis's unsolicited contribution to the game was that if we had won two deals and were working on the third, he would eat in the most teasing, distracting manner he could, making it harder to concentrate on the game. The first time I lost the third hand it hadn't been a very good deal anyway but the second time his teasing caused me to lose a hand I probably should have won. I figured his tongue must be getting pretty tired by now, and surely he realized that by teasing us like this he was only prolonging the game, but he wasn't showing any signs of slowing down, and if anything seemed to take pleasure in his role in causing the game to drag out. I finally won three in a row and received my long-delayed release. Being a good sport, I had him finish off Chama as well. I asked Travis to help me work out, and invited him to get in his own workout while he was at it. We both dressed for it, and he said I could choose one of the discs to play in the stereo. There were several good ones, so I picked five and let him to choose one from among those. After some stretches and a warm-up, he helped me with the weights machine, coaching me through several lower body and a few upper body exercises. He did his own lifts between mine, advising me that it was not good to do too many too quickly without adequate recovery time between each apparatus. Then he set me up on the stair climber, attaching a couple of sensors to my finger pads and plugging the other end of the wire into the controller. This, he explained, would cause the machine to adjust its speed to keep me going near my target heart rate for as long as I wanted. During all this, we talked. I found out Travis grew up in a small town near Jaspa, about a hundred miles from here. His tastes in music were quite eclectic, but when I pressed him for favorites, he gave jazz and classical. I finally felt like I was getting to know this fox as a well-rounded person, not just as a plaything. "So, how did you end up becoming a pleasure slave?" He sighed. "Mistress Chama asked me to let her answer that question." Hit a wall again. At least they weren't hiding the fact that they weren't telling me everything. Maybe I could get something out of him with a little bit different angle. "What do you think of the practice of slavery?" He didn't answer right away, and a dark cloud seemed to pass over his face. "I'm sorry. Did I bring up something that's hard for you to talk about." Travis swallowed and cleared his throat. "Most slaves have a fair, decent existence, but there are things I've heard about, things I've seen..." His voice trailed off. An unthinkable question crossed my mind, one I had to ask but didn't know how. I glanced briefly to one side, in the general direction where I supposed my friend was elsewhere in the house, trying to think how to broach the subject, or whether I should. Travis was very observant. "You're wondering about Chama, aren't you?" I nodded. "She's the best. There's not anyone else I'd rather have as my mistress." There was no hesitation or hint of pretense in the way he said it. Relief flooded over me. "Thank you. You read my mind." The red fox smiled at me. At least if there were ghosts that haunted him to do with slavery, it was nice to know Chama wasn't one of them. After a cool down and stretch, we showered together. We washed each other where we needed it most, and I felt like doing something nice for him to thank him for helping me with the workout and for pleasuring Chama and I earlier, so I jacked him off as we stood in the shower. I didn't object when he did the same to me, and he seemed to find it amusing when my knees gave way when I came and I had use the faucet handle to hold myself up. We spent the afternoon downstairs with Chama, watching a movie and talking about things I could do in the Port Shelton area while I was in town. There was a six-hour boat tour they recommended that included a couple of stops, one of which was to tour a lighthouse at the tip of one of the islands in the coastal waters off Port Shelton. The earlier of the two daily tours left about 7:00 in the morning and was less crowded than the later tour, so I made plans to go on that one. The news came on about the time our movie ended. As we discussed the day's news, I again found some of my preconceived notions about slaves challenged when Travis was able to discuss the issues and events in the news at least as intelligently as Chama and I. I hadn't forgotten about the earlier conversation with Travis and the questions it had raised, but I guessed that like my other questions she'd been putting off, she would explain all when she was ready, so I didn't ask. Travis kept finding small ways to serve me, and it was obvious he derived great satisfaction from doing anything to please me. He seemed to perk up whenever Chama or I said anything that bore the slightest hint of doing anything sexual. Things that had been unthinkable for me less than two days earlier were becoming irresistible. It was after dinner when I got up the nerve to simply use him to play out a fantasy. I've always loved teasing a man to near orgasm and stopping short, over and over again. We were back up in my room, so I had him strip and lie on his back on the bed, and told him if he didn't behave, I'd have to tie him up. His cock was already out of its sheath to greet me when I began toying with him. I caressed it gently as I had done before, using a light touch on his most sensitive spots and keeping the caresses spaced out at time intervals. It wasn't long before he started to moan and his hips began to move of their own accord, and within about ten minutes, I had him squirming, breathing unevenly, grunting loudly, and I knew he wanted to come. Now it was just a matter of deciding how long to drive him crazy and hold him off. Normally at this point, I'd go at least another ten minutes, maybe twenty if I wasn't getting tired. Many times, I'd gotten myself off at the thought of making it last an hour or more. Oh, to see him squirm for that long! Then I remembered that sensory cock sheath I'd seen in the exercise room. I told Travis not to move, and pulled my shirt off and lay it over his face so he wouldn't see what I was doing. Then I retrieved the sheath from the other room. I wasn't sure if he'd know what I was putting on him and didn't want to give it away just yet if he couldn't tell. The sheath was easy to slide over his shaft, and with the pull of a couple of straps, it was securely in place. One strap went around the base of his cock and balls, and another around the top of his ball sac. These two were secured with a small lock; he would have a difficult time removing it without the key. A wire leading to a separate power supply had a plug that was situated so that it could not be removed while the unit was locked on. The instruction booklet explained the various ways it could be programmed. The arousal level it could keep him teased to was adjustable and could be set to change on an automatic timer. I followed one of the suggested programs, which was to start him at a level safely below orgasm and to increase it at intervals. I entered it into the remote control, choosing a level that I estimated would take at least five steps to finish him off and setting the interval for ten minutes. When I switched the unit on, I watched Travis's face for his reaction. If he hadn't known before what toy I had put on him, he did now, and there was a grimace as he realized the teasing was likely to go on for a while yet. For me, it was such a deliciously naughty feeling, knowing how badly he already wanted to come, knowing how long he was going to have to wait while being teased ever closer, and knowing that he didn't know. For a while I just watched him, finally lying beside him laying my head on his chest to enjoy being up against him as he wiggled uncontrollably, hearing the groans of frustration vibrating from within his chest. At first, it kept him at a lower state of arousal than I'd had him at before putting the sheath on, but by the fourth interval, he was more desperate than he'd been under my hands. As the end of the sixth interval approached, I knew the next interval or two would make him come, and I was ready for some action, so as soon as it switched, I turned it off. "I'm taking this off now," I told him. "As soon as I get it off, you can have your way with me." I released the main strap with the key. "But you have to stay still for a count of ten, then you have to catch me." I slipped it off him. The room wasn't big enough for much of a chase, and after less than a minute of running in circles and bounding over the bed, he caught me. I continued to put up a perfunctory struggle but he soon had me down on my stomach, then lifted my rump and took me roughly from behind. Not that I minded the treatment; I had, after all, provoked him into this state. He fucked me hard, driving his cock into me like a piston, groaning loudly with pleasure, and it was less than a minute before he filled me with his sperm. But as he pulled out, he held me down and rolled me over onto my back beneath him. "What are you doing?" I asked. "You said I could have my way with you, and that's just what I'm doing." I was a little shocked at his statement, thinking he was a bit presumptuous, but he was watching me closely, studying my reaction. He began tonguing my nipples, and my resistance quickly melted away. It wasn't long before he realized it was no longer necessary to hold me down. His prick had never really flagged, and within minutes, he was back inside me, pounding away. This time he lasted longer, and I could really feel it when his knot swelled, stretching me out and filling me up nicely. I came about the same time he did, and we lay there on the floor together in a heap. "Good heavens, you were fantastic," I gasped. "I love it when you ride me hard like that." "Then my Mistress is pleased with me?" "Oh, yes, Travis, my foxie, very much so." We climbed into bed together and as we lay there drifting off to sleep, I again had a moment to think. He was enjoying this way more than I had ever imagined a pleasure slave could enjoy his job. But his reaction earlier when I brought up the issue of slavery still nagged at me, and I supposed Chama must have trained him really well for him to be this happy about serving me as well as he did. Had she rescued him from a bad situation? Did he act as he did in part out of gratitude toward her? That was one theory, but it didn't explain everything, and if Chama didn't tell me the rest of the story soon, I was going to go nuts with curiosity. Monday I awoke to the sensation of Travis sampling my snatch. My subconscious mind had helped by waking me up earlier to empty my bladder so my wake up call from Travis wouldn't be marred by having a full one. For a few minutes, I just lay there as he took his time savoring me. Finally, I opened my eyes a little and saw the clock. "You're ten minutes early." The fox paused. "I know how early you need to leave for your boat and I wanted to make it last." He resumed, selling me on his reasoning with his tongue. Damn, he was getting good at anticipating me. After a wonderful climax, he helped me to get dressed and have a quick breakfast before I departed. Since parking was expensive in the waterfront area and they lived only about ten blocks away, I walked, enjoying the many older homes and buildings that housed the shops and offices I passed along the way through Port Shelton's central business district. There were still plenty of openings on the tour when I purchased my ticket and took a seat in the waiting area. A beaver and a raccoon were coming and going from the boat, both obviously mechanics from the way they were dressed and the things they were carrying. About the time we should have been boarding, there was announcement over the speakers. "Due to an engine problem, this morning's tour has been delayed a few minutes." But those few minutes stretched out into forty-five as the crew looked progressively more despondent, and they finally made another announcement. "We regret to announce that this morning's tour has been cancelled..." It went on to explain how passengers could get a refund or reserve a space on a later tour. No big deal. I reserved for the same tour the following morning. At 8:15, I was sitting at a patio table outside a coffee shop along the town square, sipping an espresso, nibbling a biscotti, and wondering what to do with myself for the next several hours. Chama wasn't expecting me back until afternoon, and most of the shops didn't open for another hour or two. Two blocks away was the county courthouse, and I remembered that there was a museum in the building. Even if it wasn't on my priority list, it was open and it was free, so I went. It also wasn't very big, taking up only a few rooms of the building, and by 9:00 I was wandering around the courthouse, most of which still functioned as such. As I passed the clerk's office, I had a sudden inspiration. "Could you look up some information for me?" I asked the zebra behind the counter. "What would you like to know?" she replied. "Can you look up a slave transaction for me? The owner's name is Chama Salinas." She punched a few keys at her computer terminal and asked me to verify the spelling. "Sorry, I'm not finding any transactions for anyone by that name." "Is it possible the records are incomplete?" "Only if she just moved to town." "No, she's been here at least three years." I thought a moment. This wasn't making sense. "She used to be a slave herself." "Okay, let me check something," said the zebra. "Oh, this is interesting." "What?" "According to records on file here, she still is. Her owner is Tom Graydon." Why did that name sound familiar? "Who is Tom Graydon?" "He was an avid supporter of the Slave Rights Act that went into effect last year. This time last year, I wouldn't be able to give out any of this information. All slave records were confidential. One of the changes from that act was to make these records public. It seems some owners considered their slave ownership and transaction information private, but in some cases, it made it difficult for friends and family of slaves to locate them. There were several other things in that act, and Tom was one of the biggest supporters of it. That's why I was a little surprised to see that he owned a slave." "Maybe he bought slaves on paper and freed them." A few more keystrokes. "She's the only slave in here under his name. I suppose it's possible he bought her emancipation rights and forgot to report it, but that doesn't sound like Tom. He's pretty efficient about such things." "You know him?" "Yes, I see him here quite often. He's a local attorney. A pretty good one too, by all accounts" That's where I'd heard the name! His office was in Chama's house. He was her landlord. I asked a few more questions and found out Chama's previous owner had been Bianca del Mar, a lioness who lived on the bluff overlooking the sea northeast of town and who had numerous slave transactions in the records. She was a corporate executive and one of the wealthiest people in town.