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Logging Camp Ch. 01

By: ScarletFrost



The logging season was over. Tilly heard it on the radio: the first big storm of winter would overtake the camp the next day. That meant 6 feet of snow, gale-force winds, and sub-zero temperature before wind-chill factored in. Time to close up operations until spring. That meant at least four months of solitude. Tilly was ok with that.

Matilda Gulo was an athletic voluptuous wolverine who ran the largest natural lumber company in all of Canada. She had been the hippy-black-sheep of the family because she used her family-funded college degree to conserve the wild areas instead of clear-cutting them. But when a freak bush-plane accident had taken out her grandfather, father, and elder brother, she was the only one left with the business savvy to manage a multi-million dollar company. She made a lot of changes, which the board of directors wasn't too keen on at first, but when the company was making money AND headlines as one of the most progressively eco-friendly businesses in the nation, they grudgingly gave Tilly her due. 

After a few years of hard-won success, Tilly was now in the habit of visiting all of the logging camps at the end of the season to make sure the employees were happy and productive and upholding the company values. This was her last stop, and she had already given the employees a cake-and-beer sendoff. Now she lounged in the lunchroom, eating the last slice of cake and listening to the radio. 

Suddenly the door burst open and a frozen-looking dog stumbled in. He was a mutt, barely of age, predominantly husky or another cold-weather work dog. He had one floppy ear that gave away his mixed breeding.

"V-very f-f-f-funny, g-guys," he shivered. "Leav-ve the rook-k-ky looking for th-the f-fornort-tner v-valve. Ha-ha. It-t d-doesn't exist-t-t."

Tilly sat up, alarmed. "Are you alright?"

"Oh! M-miss G-gulo!" he exclaimed. "I'm-m-m f-f-fine. J-just a litt-tt-ttle c-cold."

"You're in the early stages of hypothermia," Tilly exclaimed. She quickly found the survival kid and pulled out the reflective blanket. She swirled it around the dog's shoulders and forced him to sit in the old recliner that she had just vacated. "You sit and get warm," she ordered. Then she pulled out the chemical hot-pads, cracked them over her knee, and tucked them under his arms, close to his rib-cage. "Now for tea."

"Th-thank you, m-miss G-gulo," the dog chattered. "b-but I'm o-k-k-ay. R-really."

"You can't finish a sentence without chattering," she replied with a quelling glare. Fortunately, the water cooler also had an automatic heater, so she was able to brew a steaming cup of tea in seconds. She pushed it into his trembling paws. "There. Just try to warm up. What were you doing out in the cold, anyway? Everyone else was here and gone hours ago!"

"M-mac asked me to f-find the fortnortner valve that fell off one of the trucks," he replied, sheepishly. "He said it had two round knobs at the base and a long shaft with a triangle top. He said it was a critical part. It wasn't 'til I tried going back to the truck, only to find that everyone had left without me that I started suspecting it was a joke."

"Why would they do that?" Tilly demanded. She knew hazing went on—it would be impossible to stop it in camps with this much free-flowing testosterone. But to abandon a coworker before a storm was an act bordering on homicide.

"I...I j-just don't fit in," he mumbled. 

"I'm going to have a talk with the supervisor," Tilly declared, pulling out her cell phone. 

"No!" the dog cried. "Please don't. They didn't do anything wrong. I was slow. They probably just forgot me."

Tilly arched an eyebrow at him. A supervisor NEVER left a man behind. They counted their men more rigorously than a sergeant in the Marines. Most of them had been in the armed forces. But the dog was so desperate—his begging so intense—that she paused. 

"What's your name?" she asked, in an effort to get more information and to slightly change the subject at the same time.

"Silko. Vaughn Silko," he muttered. 

"Tell me, Mr. Silko, why any-beast would forget about you?" she asked slowly. Her steely voice compelled him to tell the truth, even if it cost him his job. But, a small part of his mind reasoned, he was already out of a job. The other loggers didn't want his kind in their camp.

"I'm not...very tough... I'm not a fighter," he mumbled. She pinned him with a demanding glare. He squirmed. "I'm not dominant. I'm...I'm a sub." he confessed.

"I beg your pardon?" She wasn't sure she had heard him right. 

"I'm a sub. An S&M submissive male. A fem-boy. They all make jokes, like calling me a girl and asking to see my panties," Silko replied, looking away in humiliation. "I put up with it, because I need the money. I don't even have a dom right now. My last mistress just threw me away like a piece of trash. That's all I am, and I know it."

Tilly took a moment to take in this poor creature. His dark brown and white fur was fluffy, which probably encouraged the ribbing of his coworkers. His expressive blue eyes couldn't hide Most of the beasts working in her logging camps were bulldog mutts, half-wolves, bears, or the odd weasel. They were rough and resourceful out of necessity, and she knew the kind of attitude it took to log remote parts of the Canadian north with the surgical precision she insisted on. They could get stone drunk every weekend when they went into town only to come back and precisely tune the oversized machinery with their pocket-knives. Silko didn't belong with their types. He was a tenderfoot, and she didn't see him toughening up any time soon. 

"Look, Mr. Silko, I'm sincerely sorry for the men's behavior," Tilly said, staying professional. "I acknowledge that they were in the wrong, but I think you need to find a new career path. I can pay you for the trouble—"

"No, I'm not worth it," he pouted. "Just...can you drive me back to town? I can find my way from there. Maybe if I went farther north..."

"You're not heading north any time soon," Tilly corrected him, severely. "There's a killer storm rolling in tomorrow, and you should be heading home to wait it out."

"I have no home," he whimpered, tears sparkling in his ice-blue eyes. 

"Don't you have an apartment in town? Family?" she persisted.

"I lived at camp. I only have a duffle bag of clothes to my name. I didn't even go in to town on the weekends," he explained. "It was my quite time away from the guys."

Tilly sighed in frustration. She rubbed the spot between her eyes while she tried to talk herself out of the crazy idea that had just formed in her mind. She shouldn't play favorites. She didn't need a houseguest. This wasn't her problem. But still...the poor pup was down on his luck and down on himself. He just needed help until the storm passed.

"Mr. Silko, if you like, you can stay with me until the weather turns," she offered. "And I've got some influence in a few companies farther south, so I might be able to help you relocate too."

He looked up at her, hope glinting in his eyes. "You—you'd take me...home?" 

"Just until the roads are clear," she hastily insisted.

He sniffed and wiped his eyes. "O-okay. Thank you."

She reached out and cupped his cheek, lifting his face a little so she could look at him directly in the eye. "Vaughn, relax. Things will turn out alright. You'll see." He smiled sheepishly but gratefully. Tilly let her hand drop and smiled back. "Let's go—and keep the blanket."

Tilly led the pup by the hand out to her truck where she cranked up the heater. She made sure he was buckled before setting out in the dark stormy twilight. The truck's chains bit into the icy mud as they wandered down the mountain logging tracks to the employees' cabins, where she reluctantly let Silko get out and retrieve all his worldly possessions—one duffle bag, barely half full. Then she maneuvered the truck through the blowing snow and ice slowly down the steep gradient. She got out for a minute at the base of the mountain to remove the chains before heading out onto cleared blacktop. Silko looked like he was going to help but she firmly pushed him back in his seat with one heavy paw. After another hour of intense driving in the rough weather, they finally made it to her home.

Tilly had always loved the log cabin look, and now that she was president and CEO of a logging company, she had built a beauty with logs from her own tree farms. It was only 40% publicity stunt. It ran on solar energy and well water, which was eco-friendly and suited her just find when she got snowed in. The house looked modern and chic on the outside, but the inside was rough and cozy, just like her. Tapestries and ceremonial robes, made for her by several of the native wolf tribes whose land she had declined to log, hung on the walls. She'd even been half-way adopted by one of the Ross River packs for protecting their traditional hunting grounds. It helped that being a wolverine she had tribal blood in her already.

"Welcome," she called over her shoulder to Silko. "It's not much, but it's home."

"It's amazing," he murmured in awe. 

"Glad you approve," she replied with a smile. "You can take the guest room down the hall. I'm going to get dinner started if you want to freshen up a little. Hope you like steak!"

"Ok, thank you Miss Gulo," Silko said, bobbing his head in appreciation.

"Please, call me Tilly. This is my home, after all," she chuckled. Silko turned down the hall and put his paw on the door knob of the guest room. Tilly turned as she heard the knob click, and shouted, "Wait—not that one!"

It was too late. Silko opened the door to a veritable domination playroom. There was a pillory, a St. Andrew's Cross, a 4-point sling, a Pegasus bench, and a polished stripper pole. There were several pieces of ordinary furniture—a boudoir, a dresser, and a very comfortable looking head-shrinker's sofa.

"Oh...my..." he breathed, heat stealing into his ears and turning them bright red under the pale fur.

"Aw, damn," Tilly groaned. She grabbed the doorknob and closed the door on the room—and hopefully on his imagination. "Look, forget what you saw in there. It doesn't mean anything."

"Miss Gulo...are...are you a dom?" he asked, his eyes lighting up like a kid in a candy shop.

"Only in the bedroom—I'm not a full-timer," she insisted. 

Silko dropped to his knees and wrapped his arms around her leg. "Could I serve you? Just for the weekend?" he begged. 

"Come on—Get up," she ordered. She tried not to look at his adorable supplicating eyes. 

"Please? Please-please-please-please-please—" he pleaded, clinging to her like a leach.

"You do realize that you are propositioning your boss for sexual favors, right?" she reminded him.

"It doesn't have to sex," he claimed. "I could rub your shoulders, bring you tea, or be your footstool."

"I'm quite capable of taking care of myself," she insisted. She turned and moved towards the kitchen. Silko held onto her leg, making her drag him behind her. He wasn't heavy, and being a wolverine she could easily lift three times her body weight. But it was awkward. As annoying as he was, she didn't want to hurt him. Strike that—she kind of did. The thought of locking him in the pillory and paddling his butt was quite attractive right now. But she knew it was a bad idea to get involved with a full-time sub. That was a lot of stress on the dom. And even if they had a kinky weekend, where would it lead? It wasn't as if he could stay with her forever. He wasn't even her species!

"I quit!" he cried. "You're not my boss anymore. And you know I won't press charges for being left in the blizzard. All you have to do is order me. Please. Serving you would give me purpose, even if was just for a few days."

She sighed. "Silko," she said in a tone of voice that allowed for no defiance. "Get up. Now."

He reluctantly let go of her leg and stood up, but he hadn't given up his petition. "Besides, when was the last time any beast gave himself you completely? Everybeast says you work too hard—that you're always stressed out—I can help with that!"

One large paw wrapped around the dog's throat, stopping his persuasion effectively. He gulped against her paw but didn't pull away. "Silko, you're right. It's been a long, long time for me. And I am very stressed out. But you don't know me. I could be worse than your former coworkers. I'm a rough-and-tumble she-wolverine who can make beasts like them tremble with a single word. Did you ever think of that?"

He gulped again. "It's because you can make them tremble, and yet they respect and trust you."

She smiled at him. His fervent adoration and blind faith, not to mention his handsome canine features, made him quite the temptation. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad...just until the storm was over.

"Here are my terms," she said, very slowly and carefully. "We are going to play safely and cleanly and it's not going to be a constant abasement. I'm not going to have you tied up the entire time. Your safeword is..." she thought for a moment, "...Sunflower. I expect you to use it if anything is uncomfortable or frightening or overwhelming. Don't think of it as a weakness or losing the game. When you say Sunflower, it's like hitting the pause button so that we can re-adjust. We can always continue where we left off, or take an extended break if we need to. Got it?"

"Yes, mistress," Silko replied.

"Say the safeword."

"Sunflower."

"Good boy," she praised. She pulled her hand away from his throat. "So, my first order is to go get settled in your guestroom while I start dinner."

Silko's ears drooped but he smiled and turned to go back down the hall. 

"Don't worry, cupcake," Tilly called after him. "Once we both have a hot meal in us, you'll get all that you're craving...and more."

Logging Camp Ch. 02



Fortunately for her, Tilly had set a large roast cooking in the crockpot early that morning with a few veggies thrown in for flavor. All she had to do was slice and serve it. She also put tossed together a side of buttered string beans and put them under the broiler to roast for a few minutes. When she turned around, Silko was standing in the doorway to the kitchen in his birthday suit, looking quite hopeful.

"Silko," she growled, covering her eyes with one paw. "When I said freshen up, I didn't mean that kind of fresh and you know it."

"But Mistress, I—"

"Don't 'but mistress' me, you go get some clothes on right now," she ordered. "I told you we'd play safe, and being naked in the kitchen with hot pots and pans is not safe."

Even more downcast, Silko left the kitchen. Tilly peaked from between her fingers to see if it was safe to look yet. That pup was far too sexy for his own good. His fluffy fur couldn't hide the hard, logging-sculpted muscles. He had broad shoulders, a narrow waist, strong thighs, and (heaven help her) he was hung like a wolf twice his size. Turning the little fuzzball into her personal bitch could be just too much fun. But she forcefully reminded herself that she needed to find out what he wanted and needed in a dom before they got to the good parts. He was probably a virgin, or at least the next best thing to it. From his behavior and age, she suspected that most of his real-life experience as a sub had been with shadow-mistresses (female beasts who dominated from behind the protective screen of a phone or computer) or from fantasy stories on some erotic literature website. She needed to tread carefully because even though she was only a dom in the bedroom, she knew she could easily take him apart and destroy him.

After taking a few deep breaths to get her own raging hormones under control, she filled two plates with roasted meat and vegetables and set the table. Silko came back, dressed in clean jeans and a nice t-shirt but looking quite deflated and disappointed. 

"Have a seat, Mr. Silko." She gestured to the chair opposite hers on the small kitchen table. "You need to eat, and we need to talk."

He obediently sat and started picking at his dinner. However, it wasn't long before he was ravenously shoveling the food into his mouth.

Tilly chuckled a little, but asked in a concerned tone, "Didn't they feed you up on the mountain?"

"The guys stole... most of the meat," he muttered between mouthfuls. "They said...girls didn't need it. Cook...always wrapped up...the leftovers for me...He understood about the guys."

She shook her head in disapproval. She made a mental note to talk to her HR director about setting up some sort of check-and-balance system that would stop that sort of bullying. Good-natured heckling and hazing was one thing, but a logger weak from hunger could make a fatal error, and that would cause problems for everyone. Still, there was nothing she could do now but feed the poor pup. She held off talking while they ate, but every once in a while Silko would moan his appreciation or lick his lips enthusiastically and Tilly would have to close her eyes and think of conifer growing statistics to get her mind off of what was going to happen later. After they had both finished her dinner, she put her silverware down and pinned him with a stern look.

"Alright, cupcake, I gave you the ground rules before. Now I want to know what you like, what you don't like, and what sort of experience you've had," she said firmly. 

"Well," he shifted nervously. "I'm up for anything. I haven't had much in-person experience...my last mistress dominated me over webcam."

"So you don't know what you want, only that you want a female to force herself on you," Tilly surmised.

"I guess..." he mumbled, even more embarrassed.

"Are you clean?" she asked.

"I didn't shower—" he started.

"I mean, are you disease free?" she amended. 

"Yes," he replied, blushing until his ears were bright pink. "I...uh...haven't really...done much with someone in real life."

She had been right. He was pretty much a virgin.

"So, tell me in detail," she instructed, leaning forward on her elbows and tenting her fingers diabolically, "What have you done?"

"I've...um...played with a few toys in the back door. I've tried to tie myself up, but it was really hard and I was always afraid I'd get stuck," he confessed. "And I did most of it at the direction of my mistress."

"What was your favorite thing?" she inquired.

"I love having something pushed inside me," he replied. He blushed as he continued, "It doesn't matter if it's my mouth or backdoor. And I really, really want to have a mistress sit on my face. The one mistress I met in person let me lick her a little." He ducked his head in shame. "But I don't think I was very good at it because it didn't last long."

Tilly smiled encouragingly. "Anything else?"

"Yes...I...liketobespanked," he blurted out. "I had to spank myself a lot, since my mistress was only on webcam, but it was really nice."

"Good, good," she praised him. She knew it was hard to confess fantasies to a virtual stranger, especially when those fantasies may or may not be filled in the near future. "I think I have a good idea of what to do. I just need you to answer one more question: What was the worst for you?"

"Um..." he hesitated.

"I need an honest answer, Cupcake," she insisted. "You have to trust me for us to do this, and I do not want to betray that trust, even by accident."

"Ok...I really didn't like the bag," he said barely above a whisper. "One mistress...the last mistress...made me put a black plastic garbage bag on my head as a punishment..." He looked up suddenly, his eyes wide with fear. "I'm sorry—I didn't mean to make you angry! You can do that if you really want to."

Tilly realized she had been growling deep in her chest at the idea of another beast carelessly trying to suffocate this pup. She closed her eyes and made a conscious effort to relax the snarl on her face. "It's alright; it's not your fault. I was just upset that someone would be so stupid. You could have really hurt yourself, and it was irresponsible of her in a hundred different ways. I promise, we won't be doing anything like that."

Silko relaxed a little. 

"Anything else?" Tilly asked. 

"Not really—I just haven't had a lot of experience...I hope you don't mind," he added, his ears drooping and his eyes looking up at her, beseechingly.

"I'll tell you this, Silko: I like training my subs. You are almost a blank slate, which is fine with me. It means you will have fewer bad habits. Now, let me tell you what I like," she said with a wicked smile that made him perk up. "I love pegging, so I'm glad you like to take it up the arse. I also love my subs orally servicing me, so I will help you develop those skills. I do enjoy some sensory deprivation, but we'll avoid a bag for a while. I enjoy shibari from an aesthetic perspective, but a couple pairs of leather cuffs on the Andrew's cross do just as well for my purposes and is much easier to get out of in case of an emergency. I enjoy candles and hot oil, flogging, crops, paddling, and things that vibrate. I do not enjoy whining, non-consensual play, or constant verbal abuse. Even though you are a sub, I do not see you as worthless. I don't abide useless beasts in my business or in my bed, so please do not put yourself down. It's actually quite a turnoff for me. I might call you names, but they are not meant to be derogatory; they are more possessive and descriptive of a roll. I may place my paws around your throat as an act of dominance, but I will not actually choke you. I don't do scat or blood play. In fact, if you start bleeding, the game ends until we have you properly bandaged. I have been playing with BDSM relationships for many years and I have heard all the horror stories, and even seen a few myself. You might have some ideas about how far we can push things, but I will at no point compromise your safety. Are we clear?"

"Yes, mistress," Silko drooled, his eyes glassy with lust. 

Tilly sighed and shook her head, but was unable to keep from smiling. The pup probably only heard half of what she had said. Well, as the senior player in this, it was her job to educate him.

"Then my first order of the game is...Go to your room, remove all your clothes, shower and thoroughly clean yourself, then put some fresh undergarments on. Wait for me kneeling by the door to the playroom," she commanded.

Silko looked a little confused, but hastily left the table to comply. Tilly couldn't help but chuckle again as she gathered up the dishes and put them in the dishwasher. Then she went to her room to prepare. 

Even though the prospect of molding this pup into her perfect plaything was exciting beyond belief, her heart was pounding with nervousness. It had been a long time since she had played with a beast in this way. The last time...well, it hadn't ended well. She fortified herself with a full coverage corset and black panties, so that all the essential bits were completely covered. He had quite the active imagination, so she would let him use it. She also slipped on some nice heels for him to lick. She brushed her hair and applied chapstick, and then scolded herself for being so fussy. That dog was lucky to have her for a few nights; he knew it...now of only if she believed it.

Finally, she left her room. She found Silko obediently sitting with his backwards boxers, looking up at her with shining blue eyes. She patted his head.

"You catch on quick, cupcake," she praised him.

"Thank you, Mistress," he replied, his voice husky with arousal.

"Follow me." She opened the door to the playroom and walked in. 

Unsure of his standing orders, Silko crawled after her. Once again the scope of the furniture and potential of the room took his breath away. He was painfully hard and panting from the excitement of it all. 

Tilly wanted to start slow, so she went over to the boudoir and pulled out a large leather collar with chrome studs. 

"First, I want to teach you a few simple poses," she said. "Start by kneeling again."

Silko knelt like he had in the hallway. 

"Widen your knees," she ordered. "Back straight. Paws resting on your thighs. You may look down while you are waiting on me, but when you are in my presence, I want your eyes to be following me at all times."

He dutifully adjusted his pose, watching as she walked around him in an appraising way.

"Much better. I want you like this every time I ask you to kneel. Next, pretend you are a table or a footstool. Get on all fours. Straighten your back. Suck in your belly," she said as she toed his middle to emphasize the command. "Widen your knees until you can rest on your elbows and still keep your back level."

He adjusted again, working to keep his stomach sucked in. 

"Good. This will take some work to get good at, but I like using you like this as a furry footstool," she half-teased, brushing one of her heels along his back. He shivered in anticipation. "Now back to kneeling." He obliged. "Now front paws all the way out in front of you, thumbs together, fingers closed, palms flat on the floor. Come on, lean forward so that your chin touches the floor." Then her voice took on a new, harder edge. "This is how you grovel after you've done something wrong. This is how you ask for a punishment to clear the books. This is how you pose when you confess your sins to me. Got it?"

"Yes, Mistress," he replied. Just being in this pose gave him goose-bumps. 

"Good. Back to kneeling," she instructed, her voice soft again. "Now front paws between your knees, and bend your head forward."

He obeyed without question. Then she wrapped the collar around his neck and buckled it gently at the back. 

"There. Now you're ready for the rest of the night," she murmured in his ear. 

His heart stuttered and then pounded painfully in his chest as the buckle clicked closed. 

"Stand up," Tilly ordered. He stood quickly and wobbled a little at the sudden rush of blood in his ears. "Here. Now." She pointed to the pillory. 

He obediently bent over a smooth wooden bar that was at hip-height and rested his head and wrists in the half-circle hollows of the bottom plank. In this position, his torso was stretched out and vulnerable. He had to rely on the pillory and hip-bar to keep from falling over. She carefully closed the pillory top, trapping him quite effectively, and locked it with a simple latch.

"Now, I do like some word-play with my pets, so feel free to talk, moan, or even scream," she said as she went to the chest of drawers. She started searching in the top drawer for something as she spoke to him. "Can you think of why I had you put your boxers on?"

"Um...a test, mistress?" he guessed.

"Partially," she agreed. Then she pulled out a small string of anal beads and a bottle of lube. "It also works as a mild chastity restriction and I like the idea of tearing clothes off of you. Besides, I don't think I should see you naked until after the collar is on. It isn't until that point that we begin our game." 

She used her sharp claws to rip the cheap cotton blend off his body, roughly jerking his hips at the same time. She dropped the rags He gasped and whimpered, but didn't object. Then she caressed one of his cheeks lovingly before gently pulling it to the side and drizzling a little cold gel on his crack. He let out his breath in a whoosh. She set down the bottle of lube and then used the smallest bead on the string to slather the cool gel deeper to his tight little rosebud. After rubbing it a few times to make sure it was well lubricated, she pushed it past the first ring of muscle. Silko moaned and pushed his ass towards his mistress. She rewarded him with another, slightly larger bead. And then another, and another. The last and largest had a diameter of a little over an inch. When she finally pushed that in, the cable that connected them hung out like a second tail. A ring at the end of the cable would make it impossible to lose the toy and easy to remove later.

"We'll let those settle for a minute. Now, there is the troublesome issue of your behavior," she said, her voice filled with foreboding.

"M-Mistress?" he squeaked. 

"Your behavior earlier was entirely unsuitable," she said as she went to the boudoir. She opened one of the doors and selected a large crop. She snapped it in her hand a couple of times, judging the feel of it. "Coming into the kitchen naked was a major breach of hygiene and safety. You were eager, but that is no excuse for not controlling yourself."

"I'm sorry, Mistress," he panted. 

"Not as sorry as you're going to be," she growled and brought the crop down on one of his butt-cheeks. He yelped in surprise. Even through his fluffy fur, it still stung. The shock and pain made him clench around the anal beads, which filled him and brushed against his prostate most deliciously. "Count."

"One, Mistress."

She brought the crop down again, this time on the other cheek.

"Two, Mistress," he grunted.

She started to methodically punish his butt, carefully aiming each blow so that it didn't land in the same place twice. By the time they reached 39, he was whimpering and moaning. His member had extended beyond the sheath, glistening with dribbles of precum, and his legs were trembling.

"Oh, one more thing, cupcake," she added, leaning in front of the pillory to take hold of his jaw and force him to look in her dark chocolate eyes. "Don't you dare cum until I give you permission?"

He whined but nodded.

She turned away from him and plotted her next move. She should probably give him a moment to catch his breath, or he would have no hope of holding out. He would probably do better with a chastity device. She rummaged around in her drawers, making sure to clang and bang things together. Since he couldn't see what she was doing, the noises would just make him wonder nervously. 

She found what she was looking for—a metal muzzle. It was like a long, large cage that would usually cover a sub's snout, but with a little work on the straps, she thought it would do perfectly for a chastity device. Silko gasped when he felt her large paw on his hip, and then gasped again when, without letting one claw touch his erection, she slid the modified muzzle around his cock. The head quickly hit the end of the cage, but the gaps between the bars were far too small for a monster like that to slip out. She deftly buckled the cage to his hips. It was a bit loose since it wasn't attached to a real harness, but it would prevent undue friction, even from involuntary hip thrusts or accidental brushes, and be a suitable distraction for him. 

"That's better," she purred. "Now that you have been properly reprimanded and restrained, the real teaching can begin."

"What teaching, mistress?" Silko asked, still panting slightly from the cropping. 

"For starters, teaching you how to use that long dog tongue of yours properly," she said. She released him from the pillory and he pushed himself to his feet. He wobbled a bit, but once she saw he wasn't in danger of falling, she went over to the sofa and sprawled on the butter-soft leather. He hobbled after her, the beads in his ass rubbing his prostate even as the muzzle weighed down his poor erection. Crop still in hand, she used it to point to a spot between her legs. "Here. Now."

He fell to his knees at the foot of the couch and dragged himself up so that his head was exactly where her crop had indicated. 

"Start by licking on the outside of the panties," she instructed. "Bottom to top—like an ice-cream cone."

Following her instructions, he licked firmly and enthusiastically. Tilly knew her panties were already soaked with her own arousal, which didn't seem to bother the pup at all. Seeing his eager face and feeling the rhythmic pressure was a double-shot of pleasure for her. Her cravings deepened as her hormones buzzed in her blood.

"Now slide the panties to one side," she instructed her voice soft and husky. "Stay on the outside of the labia for now, but keep licking just like you were."

She could feel his paw tremble as he uncovered her treasure. His tongue was rough and a bit sloppy, but firm and long. She clenched and unclenched her hands, resisting the urge to just jump on his face.

"Now, push your tongue between the folds," she almost croaked. "And make sure you flick my clit at the top of each lick."

The first flick of his tongue almost made her cry out. As he continued, she could feel the first orgasm building up. She wouldn't be able to hold back much longer.

"Now go deeper," she grunted, shifting her hips to give him better access.

He plunged the full length of his tongue into her and this time she did moan loudly. He lifted his head for a moment, but she grabbed his ears and roughly pushed his muzzle back where it belonged. He took the hint and kept licking deeply. Inspired, his lips also moved against her to stimulate her further. It had been so long since her last coupling with a male beast, and even longer since she had dominated such a delicious sub. The resulting orgasm barreled through her like a freight train. He lapped up the explosion of juices hungrily and pushed his tongue deeper into her to collect every drop. She had to push his head away from her just so she could catch her breath. 

"M-Mistress?" he murmured, his blue eyes looking up at her in confusion. "Did I do something wrong?"

"Oh, no, cupcake," she answered, still panting. "You did things very...very right. That was wonderful."

"Oh. I'm glad I could please you," he replied, a smile overtaking his lips. 

She patted his head and stroked his ears. "I didn't pull too hard on these, did I?"

"Did you hear me say the safeword?" he countered, still grinning.




Logging Camp Ch. 02



She pushed his head away playfully and pushed herself up to her feet. "Cheeky pup." 

She grabbed his ears again and this time guided him to stand and back into the Andrew's cross. She strapped each wrist and ankle in place and then operated a foot pedal to tip the cross back about 15 degrees. 

"Well, lesson one went well. On to lesson two." 

She hooked a claw in the ring for the anal beads, and slowly pulled them out of him. He moaned as each popped out. She tossed the used beads in a basket in the corner for future cleaning. Then she went back to the chest of drawers and rummaged noisily about until she found a selection of vibrating plugs. 

"You've learned how to give a little; you need to learn how to take it," she declared. She found the bottle of lube and prepared the first plug. "Now, tell me my sweet little cupcake, when was the last time you had your ass filled?"

"B-by a mistress?" he asked, his voice trembling.

"By anything."

"Um...I haven't had anything since I signed on to be a logger," he admitted. "That was four months ago."

"My, my, you must be quite pent up," Tilly chuckled. He looked away, shame and embarrassment making his ears burn. She took notice and gently guided his face back to look at her. "I take it the last time wasn't quite as...pleasurable as you had hoped?"

"No...It hurt...I bled...and she laughed at me over the webcam for crying," he recounted, looking away, ashamed. 

She took hold of his jaw and made him look at her face. "Remember what I told you about blood?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"And you remember the safeword?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"Are you confidant that I will not harm you?"

"I...I tried so hard for her," he confessed, his eyes welling up with tears. Tilly saw the dam breaking. The desire to be a sub was fundamental to him, but tragedy had caused him to deny that part of himself, which created no end of civil war in his heart. Now that she had him helpless and was asking these probing questions, the hastily-erected walls around the pain were breaking down. She waited patiently for him to go on. "She made me use things on myself that were just too big, and she'd order me to punish myself if I couldn't do it right."

"The bag," Tilly guessed, her voice gentle and coaxing.

"And other things. More often it was a sock full of batteries... like a fist on my back," he explained as tears spilled down his face. "She said I'd never be a good pet...that I wasn't worth the breath she wasted ordering me around. She said I was pathetic and couldn't do anything right, even though I tried so hard to be good. I sent her gifts and paid her bills, even though we never met in person. I destroyed my credit for her and did things...things that hurt. I lost my job for her, and she just laughed. When she ordered the bag...and I couldn't see or breathe...I...I...rebelled. I couldn't take it anymore and just closed the computer. That's when I ran away."

Tilly was angry now, but considering his delicate state she kept her feelings hidden. She hated doms who did this to their subs, and she had heard plenty of horror stories like his. Sure, there were those few who enjoyed abject humiliation, and there were doms that could give them what they needed. But anyone could see that this pup didn't want to be emotionally abused his whole life. He just wanted to be someone's good boy.

"Hey, cupcake, it's okay now." she crooned, stroking his face lovingly. "She's gone. She didn't know a good thing when she had you. Now I have you. Did you hear me? I've got you."

"Th-Thank you, Mistress," he croaked, his throat overwhelmed with emotion. He pushed his face into her palm in the only act of devotion he could perform while strapped to the cross.

"Breathe easy now. I'm going to loosen you up because I want to make you mine, tonight. We will start slow. I have a shortish plug for starters—about the size of the middle bead you just had in you," she explained as she started to work the phallic rubber into him. "You are going to feel a rush, a buildup of pleasure, and then it will plateau. You will not cum yet, but let me know when you plateau."

"O-okay," he agreed.

She firmly pushed the plug into him. He relaxed and it popped right in. He gasped and moaned as she rocked it back and forth for a while, letting him get used to the girth but also helping him to stretch a little. 

"I—I think I'm plateauing, Mistress," he said after a few minutes. 

"Good. That means we can move on to plug B," she replied. She pulled out the first plug and tossed it in the cleaning basket. Then she quickly replaced it with a slightly thicker, longer plug. Silko moaned louder this time. Tilly kept it moving and it took longer for him to plateau.

Finally he groaned, "I'm...I'm ready for C."

"Not just yet," she cautioned. She flashed three silver rings, each with two polished silver beads, in front of his face. "Do you know what these are? They're nipple clamps that look like piercings. I think my little cupcake could use some decoration."

One of her paws brushed his chest and tweaked a nipple. It was already hard and erect. With one paw, she deftly opened a ring and clipped it onto the nipple. It really did look like he had just gotten his nipple pierced. The sensations made him gasp, but it wasn't so painful as to be distracting. She repeated the process on the other nipple. 

"Now, tongue out," she ordered. He obediently stuck it out and she clasped the last ring on the end of it. "How's that?"

"Ish...weerd, mishtresh," he confessed with his tongue sticking out. "Mut I like ish!"

"Good boy," she praised him, patting his fluffy thigh. She removed and tossed the second plug, and then started sliding the largest plug between his cheeks. "This is a special one. It's got something extra on it. You'll feel it in a moment."

With a few more gentle nudges the plug was in. Silko was trying to mask his panting with deep breathing. When his breathing started to slow, Tilly flicked a switch at the bottom of the plug and backed away to watch. It started to vibrate at low frequency—almost a jiggling thrust, or at least as close as it could come to that, mechanically. The vibration grew and grew until he was almost shouting and then it stopped. After a few seconds, it started vibrating again. 

Because of the way the cross was angled, Tilly knew he couldn't see below her shoulders, so she took the opportunity to really appreciate the sight of this adorable dog strapped to her cross with a cage around his cock and a vibrator in his ass. Her paw slipped into her panties and she started to lightly play with herself. 

He was blinded by pure pleasure—pleasure she had given him! Every time the vibrator reached its maximum setting, he would whine and arch away from bindings, only to flop back when it stopped. The adapted muzzle did a good job reminding him that he couldn't release yet. She could see his fluffy fur start to clump in sweaty patches and decided to turn off the vibrator. His heavy panting turned into a moan of frustration and disappointment as nearly all sensation died. 

"Mishtresh...please...please don't shtop," Silko begged, his speech still slurred from the faux tongue ring. 

She gave him a predatory smile, showing her sharp canines, as she returned the cross to its upright position. "Don't worry, cupcake. I'm not done with you yet."

She released his footpaws from the bottom of the cross, and then detached the cuffs from the top, leaving them still wrapped around his wrists. She had a short chain that ended in a clasp on either end and quickly bound his wrists together with it, turning the bindings into versatile handcuffs. She grabbed the chain in the middle and led him over to the padded Pegasus bench. She pulled him forward to straddle the bench and then hooked the chain of his cuffs to one end of it. He couldn't lean too far forward without his chastity cage pushing uncomfortably into his pelvis, and he couldn't lean backwards because of the plug still lodged firmly in his ass. 

"Take a moment to catch your breath," she advised as she rummaged in another drawer. This time, she fund a whiffle-ball gag and her favorite neon-blue double-ended dildo with accommodating harness. 

She went to the bench and lifted one glossy high heel, setting it down right beside his captive paws. She locked eyes with him for a moment and then wrapped the harness around her hips, buckling it loosely. Then she took the double-ended dildo, which was shaped like an "L", and slowly sunk the curved shorter end deep into her wet nethers. Finally she threaded the longer portion of the "L" through the hole in the harness and pulled the straps tight. 

"I want to fuck you senseless, cupcake," she growled. She grabbed his jaw and stared into his adorable, hungry blue eyes. "I'm going to make your sweet ass my property tonight."

"Yesh, mishtresh," he replied, drool starting to drip from the corners of his mouth. She smiled and slowly pulled the ring clamp off his tongue. He quickly licked his lips. She pulled his head down to her strap-on. 

"You said you liked things in your mouth," she reminded him. 

Silko eagerly sucked it into his long muzzle. Knowing that every nudge on this part of the dildo also stimulated the other part in her, he eagerly and vigorously bobbed his head. Tilly moaned and shoved her hips towards him, face-fucking the pup right on the bench. She grabbed one of his ears to hold his head at just the right height for thrusting. Then she pulled back, rubbing his head affectionately. She slid the whiffle-ball gag in his mouth and secured it at the back of his head. 

"I want you howling while I pound your back door," she said. "If you need to give the safeword, knock your paws against the bench. Otherwise...find something to hold on to, and enjoy the ride." 

He moaned his acceptance of her terms. She knew he was sinking into sub-space, and she felt a rush of accomplishment. She'd still have to be careful, because he'd be less inclined to use the safeword if something went wrong, but this was her favorite way to take a sub.

She unhooked the straps holding his chastity cag in place and gently drew it away. He whimpered in excitement. Then she pulled out the plug and threw it into the cleaning basket. His blowjob on her synthetic cock had made it nice and slick, and with all the prep work she had put into his ass earlier, there was plenty of lube and he was nicely stretched. She lined up her toy and pushed forward. She was careful not to rip him, but sank into his ass with thrilling speed. Ever obedient, he howled his appreciation through the gag.

Her hips pressed into him and her claws dug into his sides. She pulled out part way, and then thrust again. Every motion caused her end of the dildo to rub inside her in the most delicious way. She knew that his poor pent-up cock was also being rubbed on the bench as he was stretched out under her. He moaned louder with every thrust.

"Ahhh gahhh hah kahhh!" he wailed through the gag. "Keys kahh ah kahh!"

"Don't cum yet," Tilly ordered, comprehending his gibberish more from his body language than from articulation. 

"Keeeeys?" he begged.

"Not yet!" In a move to distract him, she reached up with one paw to roughly pull off one of the ring clamps on his nipple. He yelped as it came away. She then pulled off the other one and he howled. She grabbed the gag strap on the back of his head and used it to pull him into an arch against her strap-on. 

"NO!" she growled and thrust harder.

He howled his desire and frustration as she lunged deep. Her own orgasm finally overtook her like a tsunami. 

"Now!" she hissed. "Cum with me nooowwwww!"

She thrust one more time, filling him as much as she could. She almost fell on him, her body convulsing against his, pinning him hard. He exploded against the bench, creating a pool of cum under him. Finally, she unbuckled his gag and let if fall to the floor.

"Oh, cupcake," she moaned, grinding her hips into his furry ass suggestively. The dildo shifted inside them both and they shivered in unison. "You are one fine fuck."

"Thank you...mistress," he groaned, unable to move. "Thank you so much."

"Was this...your first time...being taken like that?" she asked softly. 

"Yes, mistress," he replied, panting. "It was...better than I...ever imagined. Thank you...for making me...yours."

She hugged him under her, and then slowly withdrew the dildo from his ass. Part of her—a large part—felt wonderfully satisfied and thrilled at the idea of taking his cherry. Another part—an annoyingly practical part—was worried that he might read more into their encounter than just casual dom-sub play. It probably didn't help with all her talk of making him her own. Some of that had simply been game-play, but there was a little tiny voice inside her urging her to keep this adorable dog.

"Alright, cupcake. Time to clean up. Why don't you use the tub in my room? It has some massaging jets that you might like," she suggested. 

"Only if you come with me, Mistress," he stipulated, his eyes full of devotion. "I still owe you a foot rub at the very least."

Tilly chuckled. "Alright, fine." She reached up to unbuckle the collar from his neck but he jerked away. 

"Please don't take it off yet, Mistress," he begged. "I want to serve you more, tonight. Please, let me serve you."

"I suppose—but the leather won't do well in water," she warned. 

"I'll pay you for a replacement," he promised. "Please, it feels so good...just for a little while..."

She ruffled his hair affectionately. "I have another idea. Keep it for the moment, and help me clean up this room."

"May I lick up my cum from the bench?" he asked eagerly. 

She grabbed his ears and positioned his head right above the puddle. "I insist."

He dutifully lapped it all up, a smile never leaving his lips. When he was done, she released his ears and unstrapped her harness. She tossed that in the cleaning basket too. 

"Should I take care of those?" he inquired. 

"No, no. I have a small washer for those that sterilizes them," she replied. "I'll show you where, later." Then she grabbed his collar and led him to her room. She went to her vanity table. "Kneel," she ordered. He complied. She rummaged in a large jewelry box and then pulled out a thick golden chain. "Present your neck," she ordered again. 

He ducked his head, making it easy for her to clasp the chain around his throat and then remove the leather collar. The gold weighed heavily on his collar bones, reminding him of the way her paw rested on his shoulder. 

"That was my brother's 'bling,' back when he was young and dumb," she told him gently. "Always the joker, always the pretty-boy. Of course, he never stopped being dumb. He died in a plane wreck, and I couldn't bring myself to get rid of it. Take good care of it."

"I promise I will, Mistress," he murmured, one paw reaching up to touch the beautiful gold chain. It was small enough that it wouldn't slip over his head, but if he craned his neck and strained his eyes, he could see it glinting against his fur. It felt so natural and he knew it looked good. 

"Alright, cupcake. Go draw the bath for us. I need to undress," she said. 

"Yes, Mistress!" he cried, leaping to his feet and running into the bathroom. 

Tilly smiled and shook her head. Her brother would tease her non-stop about using his 'bling' for a collar, if he were alive. But it made the pup so happy, and he was so eager to please her. Somehow, they shared the same goof-ball streak, and she found it endearing. She slipped out of her corset and panties and stepped out of her shoes. The blizzard howled outside, but she felt so cozy and relaxed that she didn't care. She felt free.



Logging Camp Ch. 03



Tilly entered the bathroom and couldn't help the delighted laugh that just bubbled up inside her. Silko had drawn the bath and added her favorite cedar-blossom bath salts. He was kneeling for her, just the way she had trained him with his knees spread wide and his paws on his thighs. He gasped a little when she walked in completely naked and started panting as he watched her long, curvy brown legs walk over and her short tail swish as she sat on the edge of the large tub. 

"What a good boy," she crooned, ruffling his hair and stroking his ears. He grinned and pushed his head into her hand. "Thank you, cupcake." She swung her legs around and slipped into the hot water. "Oh! This is heavenly!" He grinned and peeked over the edge of the tub at her. Tilly smirked and lifted a footpaw. "I believed you promised me a foot massage."

"Yes, Mistress," he agreed. He eagerly took her wet footpaw and started rubbing it, trying not to tickle her. Tilly could read his honesty and enthusiasm for service easily. She found that even more satisfying than the foot rub—which felt awesome. Her business shoes alternated between corporate heels and logger's boots, neither of which were really designed for a wolverine paw. She rested the other footpaw on the tub edge and sank deeper into the warm salty water.

"Oh, I could get used to this," she groaned in pleasure. Silko started massaging the other footpaw, pleased that he could make her so happy. "I've been meaning to ask you, cupcake," she said after a moment. "How did the other loggers find out about your submissive nature?"

Silko's ears blushed hotly and he couldn't meet her eyes. "It was...a dumb game...of 'I've never,'" he finally confessed. "The first weekend of the season, a dobie from the east coast broke out a case of tequila, and we drank to a good harvest. I tried not to get too involved, but after a few rounds, one of the guys realized I wasn't drinking much and took it upon himself to figure out what I have done so that he could get me wasted. It went downhill from there."

"I don't allow alcohol in the camps," Tilly grumbled. Booze made the loggers dumb, and felling 2-ton trees with a hangover was not a good idea. They could go into town and drink themselves blind on the weekends, but there was a strict policy against drugs and alcohol. She didn't even like the loggers smoking—one accident with a lighter on a pile of sawdust could mean millions of dollars of wood burned to the ground.

"That's why he said we had to drink it all that night," he mumbled.

"Alright, Silko, this has all been nice, but I think we really need to talk," she said as she withdrew her footpaws and rested them below the surface of the water. "You may not realize it, but you've given me a lot to think about and work on, for the next season. You're technically a whistle blower, and while you're not reporting shady doings of your employer, I can't let your reports go unanswered."

"I wasn't reporting," he denied. "I—I was just answering your questions honestly."

"But you understand I can't let their behavior slide. Hazing is one thing—what they did to you put the whole team at risk. Plus, smuggling alcohol onto the camp is grounds for immediate dismissal," she replied. 

"But nothing happened!" he protested in distress.

"But it could have. I have machines up on the mountains worth millions of dollars each. Not to mention how much a wrongful death lawsuit would cost me," she insisted. "I need you to identify some of these bullies so that human resources can take the appropriate steps."

"But...I don't want to cause trouble for the guys," he whimpered, obviously still afraid of them. He looked down and away, and she guessed he was regretting saying anything. The poor pup had been so cowed first by abusive mistresses and then by rough ne'er-do-wells that he couldn't stand up for himself at all.

Tilly leaned forward and gently gripped his chin to force him to look at her. "They're putting your mistress at risk. Don't you want to stop that?"

His eyes cleared as realization dawned. He wasn't alone anymore, and the abuses he endured didn't hurt only him. "Yes...mistress," he finally said, his voice sounding stronger and more confidant. "I won't let them hurt you."

"Good boy." She leaned forward and kissed him on the lips. It was meant to be just an affectionate peck, but it quickly deepened. Her tongue touched his lips and he obediently opened his mouth to let her explore. She traced his canines and his tongue followed hers, even as she drew it back into her mouth. She bit the top of his tongue playfully, but before he could pull away she plunged her tongue back into his mouth to reassure him. When they finally broke the kiss, blood roared in her ears and lust clouded his eyes.

"Woah," she whispered as she pulled away.

"M...Mistress?" he whimpered, dazed. 

"Alright, come get in the tub with me. This was supposed to be for your achy muscles after all," she said as she pushed herself back to the far side of the tub. Silko's face brightened as he happily stepped into the tub and sank into the warm water. Tilly pulled him into her lap and wrapped her arms around him. "That's better."

"Mmm...yes, it is," he sighed with satisfaction.

Tilly rested her head on Silko's shoulder. It had been so long since she had someone to snuggle and it felt so good to possess someone again. As long as she kept his warm body close, maybe the old nightmares wouldn't come back.

"Um...mistress? You're squishing me," he squeaked. 

She realized that her grip was bone-crushingly tight and loosened her arms. "Sorry."

"Are...you alright?" he asked softly. 

"I'm fine. How are you?" she returned, one paw trailing over his shoulder and down his muscular chest. 

"I'm wonderful," he shivered. 

"Mmm...yes you are..." she murmured in his ear. Her hand ventured deeper under the water and then started to gently stroke his half-erect cock. "I must admit I was quite pleased to see your endowments."

"Th-thank you?" he replied with a blush. He trembled in her arms as she gently toyed with him. 

"I think in our next session, I'm going to pay a little more attention to this part of you," she planned. "I know subs don't usually get to flaunt their assets, but I always enjoy drawing out their strengths and toying with them like something...shiny."

He moaned incoherently as she stroked him until it almost hurt to be so hard.

"Yes, I will have to find entertaining ways to use this," she murmured before she let it go. He whimpered but accepted the chance to catch his breath. 

She leaned back with her arms resting on the sides of the large tub and closed her eyes. Silko didn't know what to do for a moment. Finally, he snuggled into her thick damp fur, placing his head between her full breasts. He listened to the sound of her heart. He was still horribly frustrated, so to give himself something to do, he started to lick one nipple. Over and over his sandpapery togue rasped over the sensitive flesh. 

Tilly had been trying to plan her next move. She was still incredibly aroused, and Silko's endowments were making her salivate. It was undignified for a dominatrix to just jump on her sub and ride him like a mechanical bull, she thought. Then she thought about what kind of things she could do with a real mechanical bull. She was imagining strapping him to the seat with all manner of plugs in every hole, and then making him ride until he passed out. Then he started licking her nipple. It felt so good. Not many male-beasts paid adequate attention to her breasts. Sure, they'd maul them, but her species seemed to give old partners the idea that she didn't appreciate tenderness. She enjoyed his exploration, and was curious to see where it would lead.

Silko shifted in the tub so that he could suckle and rub each nipple alternately. She hadn't told him to stop, and he enjoyed exploring his Mistress's body. His fingers traced the corded muscles under her pelt. She was so fit and strong, like a wild goddess of the hunt. His fingers trailed lower until he tentatively touched the sacred spot between her legs. She still didn't move, although her breathing was heavy. He stroked with this fingers watching carefully for her reaction. A lusty look had settled on her face, and he took the absence of anger at the intrusion to be a silent invitation. His fingers slipped between the folds and he slowly stroked her. 

She could tell by the way he moved his hand that he was wondering and imagining what it would be like to make love to her. His throbbing member rested against her thigh and she could feel the subtle thrusts in sync with his fingers. She was tempted to let him pleasure her, but they were still in the early stages of this relationship, and it wouldn't do to let him think he could get the upper hand so easily. With a slight sigh of regret, she opened her eyes. 

He froze, fingers buried to the last knuckles and his tongue curling around her left nipple. 

"Having fun?" she asked. 

"Yesh Mistresh," he said, not daring to retract his tongue from her nipple.

She smiled and stood up. Water cascaded from her body as she removed his hand from her nethers and his face fell away from her breast. She stepped out of the tub and opened the bottom drawer in the bathroom cabinet. She pulled out a pair of latex gloves, a bottle of baby oil, and a massive crystal clear glass plug. She dramatically put on the gloves and snapped them at the wrist. Then, oil in one hand and the plug in the other, she returned to the bathtub. 

"Lean over the edge, please," she said softly. "Tail up as high as possible."

Silko obliged, bending over the end of the tub. He rested on his hands and stared at the tiled bathroom floor. His knees didn't quite hit the bottom of the tub, so most of his weight was on his hips. His member pressed into the warm tub wall. Tilly gave his rear end an affectionate slap. Then she poured oil into one hand and rubbed it between his cheeks. She oiled up his hole quite thoroughly before slipping one finger inside. He howled softly at the pleasure of her crooked finger stroking his prostate. His legs trembled with the pleasure of it all. Then she slipped in another finger and started scissoring them, widening his entrance. He knew she was stretching him for the plug.

"Look at you, my cupcake," she crooned. "Ass up, practically begging to be plundered. I know you've been pent up for so long, but you have just a little slut in you, don't you?"

"Yes, mistress," he gasped. "I have the soul of a slut. I just want you to fuck me over and over. I'm your slutty little cupcake. Smear me with your frosting. Please, mistress. Fuck me and use me. I don't care how much you hurt me as long as you keep using me forever. Own my ass hole. Own my dick. Own my mouth. They are yours."

"What a speech!" she giggled, and she inserted a third finger as a reward. She twisted them back and forth as he moaned and howled. "I didn't know my cupcake had such a dirty mouth. I like it." She finally added her pinky and slowly slid almost her entire hand into him. "You are quite stretchy. If you don't mind my asking, cupcake, what did your last mistress try to make you take that hurt so much?"

"Um...she...uh," he panted, feeling almost unbearably stretched but craving more just the same, "She told me...to take a liter soda bottle...ice cold with no lube...I just...I couldn't open up for it."

"Oh my. That's asking quite a lot without even being there to help. Shame on her," Tilly growled, still thrusting most of her hand into him. "But your ass has been wonderfully trained. I'm amazed that you could prepare it so well for me. It's like you knew all along that a she-beast like me wanted to fill your rear to the max. You are such a good boy, such a good slut to make your ass so ready for me." She poured more oil on her hand and over his anus to make sure it was still lubed up. "Now, brace yourself cupcake, and remember the safeword. I want to try something."

Silko held his breath as she pulled her fingers out, and then pushed them back in, this time accompanied by her thumb. She pushed her hand in slowly, wiggling and flexing so that the whole thing gently opened him up to the limit. Then with a soft pop, her knuckles passed the outside edge of muscle and her hand was sucked into him. 

He gasped and moaned. Her hand stopped moving to let him get used to it. He clenched around her, nearly dying with the craving for the tiniest bit of friction. 

"How are you doing, sweetie?" she asked with concern. 

"Please," he panted. "Please, mistress, please."

"Please what?" her voice deepened with expectation and that lusty controlling note he was growing to love.

"Please, fist me," he begged. "I don't care if you destroy my ass. You hand feels so amazing. I want to be fisted like the slut I am. Please rip me apart. I'll do anything, take any punishment. I never knew I could feel so full. I want you so badly, mistress. Fuck me with your hand. Beat up my insides. Destroy me. I beg you, please."

"What. A. Slut," she declared as she started to move her hand inside him. She slowly closed her hand into fist. She pulled back, knowing that the fist was too large for his stretched ring of muscle to let pass. Silko howled as his ass was dragged backwards by her. Then she pushed forward slowly, pinning his hips against the unyielding edge of the tub. Her hand and wrist sank deeply into him. He was yowling like a coyote under a full moon. His eyes had rolled back in his head and tears of pleasure ran down his face. She pulled back and paused again with her fist almost holding him up by his ass. Her other hand wrapped around the base of his cock. It was bulging and bright cherry red. He was so hard and swollen that she was actually worried that his skin would split, so she covered him in baby oil.

"Talk to me cupcake. Use your words like a big boy."

"Fuck. Fucking fuck the damn fucking son of a fuckers dick sucking fuck!" he screamed. 

She pushed forward again, faster this time. 

"I should wash that mouth out with soap," she threatened as she pulled back again.

"Fuck the shit out of me!" he yelled. "Fuck me! Please! Please mistress. Fist me harder. Fuck up my ass. Please!"

She pushed forward again and again, thrusting her fist into his bowels like a piston in a diesel engine. Her pace started gently, but she increased the speed and force of her thrusts as he howled profanities in ecstasy. Her fingers on his cock stroked him ever so lightly. He didn't need much encouragement.

"Mistress! I'm going to cum. I can't stop it!" he cried. She immediately relaxed her fist and her fingers found his prostate, encouraging him to explode. He came into the bathwater as his hips bucked against the edge of the tub. He couldn't catch his breath as pleasure seized him over and over, wringing every drop of fluid from his bright red erection. Finally, she slowly withdrew her hand. She removed the glove and threw it into the trash. He shuddered, but there wasn't a drop of semen left for him to squirt. He gave a hopeless moan as his lower end suddenly felt empty and incomplete. She smiled, oiled the glass plug, and gently pushed it inside him. He sighed happily, but couldn't seem to find the strength to open his eyes. 

Tilly ruffled his hair. It was obvious the poor pup didn't have any energy left. If she left him, he would probably stay bent over like that for an hour. If he slipped backwards, he'd probably drown. Taking pity on him, she picked him up. She cradled him like a small child and carried him to the guest room. She tucked him into bed and kissed his forehead.

"Keep that plug in as long as you can," she murmured. "If you can present your ass to me tomorrow morning with it still in place, I'll give you a special treat."

"Yes...Mistress," he mumbled, already half asleep. 

Tilly smiled and patted his ears. "Nighty-night, cupcake. Sweet dreams."

Then Tilly went back to her room. She rooted around in her nightstand until she found her favorite toy. It looked like a phallic silicone sculpture that couldn't belong to any living beast. It was two-and-a-half inches in diameter and curved to meet her G-spot perfectly. Watching Silko take her fist up the ass like a trained professional slut had turned her on like nothing ever had before. Combined with his prep work, her hormones were buzzing in her blood like a swarm of angry bees. She needed relief badly. 

She inserted the toy and slipped on a pair of panties to keep it firmly pressed into her as deeply as possible. Remote in hand, she turned on the toy so that it thrust and vibrated deliciously. She laid back on the bed and replayed the scenes from earlier that evening in her mind. She was amazed at how receptive he was, and how trusting. No wonder he had been so hurt—the pup offered his heart and body up on a silver platter after only knowing her a few hours. He had fallen so far into subspace that she had destroyed his inhibitions, if perhaps only for the evening.

She daydreamed as she slowly increased the speed of the toy. She played with her nipples and clit, thinking of a hundred things to do to him, and a hundred more orders she would give. Finally, the orgasm crested and electric pleasure swept through her body. She didn't stop as she thought about her sweet cupcake. "Smear me with your frosting," he had said, and she knew she would do that and more to him before the blizzard broke. 

Finally, she turned off the vibrator and let her body come down from the orgasmic high. She knew it wasn't going to be enough. She should roll his plugged ass out of bed and ride him like that mechanical bull she had been considering earlier. She knew it wasn't dignified for a dom to masturbate while thinking of her sub. She didn't care. That pup was officially her kryptonite.

-#-@

Later that night, something heavy rested on her feet and woke her. In her half-asleep state, she kicked at it, trying to figure out what it was. It whimpered.

"Silko," Tilly sighed. 

"I'm sorry, Mistress," he whispered. "I was cold and I had a bad dream. And I missed you."

She glanced at her clock, and grumbled, "It's been 4 whole hours since I last dominated you. How could you miss me in 4 hours?"

"Maybe I'm in love?" he ventured hopefully.

"Cheeky pup," she muttered. She felt around with her paw, grabbed his floppy ear, and dragged him up the bed to tuck him under the blanket and wrap her arms around him. "Warmer now?"

"Oh, yes, Mistress," he sighed, sounding completely content. 

One of her hands wandered down his body to tap the large glass plug still in his ass. "You still have it," she murmured in satisfaction. 

"Of course, mistress. I've spent nights with my ass filled before. This feels the best, though," he confessed. 

"Such a good boy. We'll play with that more in the morning. Go to sleep," she ordered. Silko snuggled into her, pressing his rear against her hips. He fit perfectly, and her strong furry arms were so warm and comforting. He would have happily died right then, with his ass full and spooned against his Mistress in the middle of winter squall.



Logging Camp Ch. 04



Tilly woke a second time still snuggled up to Silko. She was surprised at how natural and comforting it had been to share the night with the pup. She gently reached down and checked the plug. It was still there, secure and solid. She had promised him a treat if he could keep it in all night; now she just had to come up with one. 

"Morning, Mistress." He pushed his rump into her hips and exploring hand. 

"Morning, cupcake." She stretched, arching her back and pushing her hips into his cute little ass. "Ahhh, what a good night's sleep! How did you sleep?"

"Um... I... uh... didn't," he admitted softly. 

"What?" she cried. "Why?"

"It was just... so perfect... please don't be mad. I loved snuggling with you all night," he explained. 

Tilly couldn't be mad—the pup was so adorable. It melted her heart in a special way to think that he thought watching her drool on a pillow was better than any dream he might conjure up after their arousing sessions together. "Cupcake, if you want to keep up with me, you need your rest," she admonished gently. 

"I know," he mumbled, blushing.

She knew just the way to send him back to sleep. She reached around and stroked his morning wood. "Well, I owe you a treat."

"Oh, yes please, mistress," he moaned, thrusting into her hands. "I've been hard all night, thinking about you."

"Do tell," she crooned, tightening her grip. 

"I wanted to rub against you, but I was afraid of waking you up," he confessed. 

"Oh?"

"Am I a bad dog?" he whimpered.

"No, you are a good boy for lusting after your mistress, but bad for not getting any sleep," she teased. She gripped his member tightly and he whined. "And I'm going to punish you by making you do exactly what you wanted to do last night."

"Mistress?"

"That's right. Hump my leg, bitch," she ordered as she propped herself up against the headboard of her bed. 

Silko scooted down the mattress and straddled her shin. He dutifully thrust against her leg, his weeping member rubbing the fur above her ankle. Tilly flexed her foot so that on his down stroke the plug was pushed just a tiny bit more into his stretched ass.

"How strange," she wondered out loud. "I don't hear any appreciation for being allowed to act like a horny bitch."

"Oh—thank you, mistress," he cried in a rush. "Thank you for letting me grind on your leg. I love your leg. I love acting like a horny bitch."

He had worked a landing strip of precum into her fur. There was something satisfying about watching him desperately mount her leg.

"Oh, and cupcake?" she added sweetly. "Don't you dare cum before I say so."

His ears dropped disappointedly.

"But don't stop, and don't slow down," she warned him. His eyes beseeched her for mercy. She reveled in it. She reached forward and grabbed his chain, twisting it around her fingers so that it tightened around his neck. "I've got something special in mind for you, cupcake. I only hope it doesn't break you."

"Break me, Mistress," he begged, panting hard as he kept thrusting against her. "Destroy me."

A smile curled in the corner of her mouth. "Then I have just the thing to satisfy such a horny little bitch."

She pulled her leg out from under him and, keeping a tight grip on his chain, nearly dragged him to the playroom. She pushed him over the tall side of the fainting sofa so that his plugged ass was in the air but his torso was supported in a downward slope. He was so willing that she didn't have to restrain him. Considering her plans, it was probably safer to leave him free. His tail swished vigorously in anticipation. Then she reached for the bottom drawer and pulled out the largest toy she owned. 

"Cupcake," she crooned as she laid the toy on the sofa so he could see it. "This is the Kraken."

Silko gasped. The Kraken was a large silicone cephalopod tentacle. The tip was blunt and hardly an inch in diameter, but over its 30-inch length, it increased in girth to 4 inches across. Instead of suckers, a double row of heavy steel ball bearings were encapsulated in the silicon. These also started small but grew in size near the base. The base itself was a large ball with several controls in it and a wall plug. Obviously the mechanics of this thing couldn't be satisfied with mere batteries.

"I want to see how deep we can go," she whispered in his ear. "How much can your poor ass take?"

"Oooooh, yes please, Mistress," he sighed, lust clouding his eyes. She reclaimed the Kraken and generously lubed the tip. Then she ever so slowly pulled the large plug from his ass. He moaned as his backside was dragged off the edge of until his muscles let the toy go with a soft pop. He slumped forward again. His hole gaped and Tilly smiled. 

"Part those sweet cheeks for me, cupcake, and feel your own ass hole," she ordered. He obliged, and shuddered with submissive pleasure as his fingers traced the stretched sphincter. "That's right, bitch. Your hole is wide open for me. So beautiful. So slutty. What have you got to say for yourself?"

"I... I am your slut, your bitch, your sex toy," he groaned. 

"Keep going," she growled. 

"I am your slave," he said. "Your whore."

She gently placed the lubed tip of the Kraken in him. It didn't even touch the edge all the way around. She pushed it forward and his ass swallowed the first eight inches easily. With lube in one hand, she drizzled soothing liquid over the toy as her other hand slowly fed it into his ass. 

"Oh—oh mistress!" he cried. "It's so deep!"

"Hold on, bitch, it's going deeper," she warned. It was easily two inches in diameter at his entrance now, which meant 10" was inside him. She pushed harder and wiggled the toy deeper. "What does the slut say to his mistress?"

"Thank you!" he howled and bit at the couch as she forced more of the tentacle into him. Another inch slowly slid into him. Then another, slower than before. Finally, Tilly could tell he was completely full. He had over 20" of the tentacle inside him. He panted heavily and she let him rest. 

"Are you ready, fuck-toy?" she hissed in his ear. "Are you ready to be broken?"

"Ungg-um-gung," he replied. 

"Use your words, bitch," she ordered and slapped his muzzle. 

"Sooo... f-f-full... " he huffed. "Soo... yum... mistress... love... "

"I'm not finished with you yet, you dirty little slut," she replied with a sharp-toothed grin. She smacked his face again. "Now, are you ready to have me break your ass once and for all?"

"Yes... miss... tress," he moaned. 

"Look at you. You're like a fucked up whore," she snarled. She slapped him again. "Are you going to beg for more, or aren't you?"

"Please... more."

"I'm not convinced," she growled. "Maybe I should pull that beautiful toy out and throw you into the snow bank. Then maybe you'll say something I want to hear."

"No!" he gulped and rallied his thoughts. "Please, Mistress, please break my ass. Ruin me. Destroy me."

"And why should I do that?"

"Because... because I'm your slutty fuck-toy. I'm your whore. I need you so bad, Mistress. I need my ass filled. Please, please, please, fuck up my ass," he begged, tears collecting in his eyes. 

"Do you remember the safeword?" she asked gravely. 

"Yes," he whispered. 

"Then hold on." She went back behind him and plugged in the toy. Then she switched it on. Motors and servos revved inside the device whirred into action. 

Silko screamed. "Mistress—it's alive!"

"Yes, it acts like a real tentacle," she agreed. She jiggled the end of it back and forth and he screamed again. "Cum as soon as you like and as many times as you like. I'm not stopping until I'm done with you."

"Fuuuuuuuh... " With his hips pinned against the sofa by a heavy undulating toy, he gave up all resistance. He moaned, groaned and howled. Before long he exploded, splashing semen all over the back of the fainting sofa, but the Kraken didn't stop. It wasn't really forceful, but it wriggled inside him, pushing hard ball bearings and soft silicone into pleasure points he never knew existed. Tilly pulled out a vibrating egg and set it buzzing against his taint. She used his own cum as lube to stroke his hard member. Her hip gently leaned into the Kraken to keep it deep inside him and always moving. 

"Still with me, bitch?" she asked. 

"Nguh!" he grunted. 

She left off stroking his member to spank him. "Words, bitch."

"Nnng—yes... mistress," he groaned. 

"Do you like the Kraken, cupcake?" she asked sweetly, toying with his member again. 

"Yes... mistress."

"Would you like me to turn it up?"

"U-up?"

"Very well." With a wicked grin, she flicked another switch on the toy. 

The Kraken's movements quickened and Silko howled again. She massaged his member, and in short order he came again. The volume was less and it was more transparent. He was running low. One more time should drain him completely. She left off stroking and teasing and went back to her drawers. She pulled out the crop and began swatting his ass. 

"You are depraved," she said. She punctuated every sentence with a smack of the crop. "You are a fuckhole with legs and fur. And you're all mine."

"All yours... " he groaned agreeably.

"I've never broken a slut like you before," she said. "I'm quite enjoying it. Tell me, cupcake, how does it feel to be owned by a giant tentacle in the ass?"

"So... big... so... deep," he whimpered. "Moves... so much... "

"Do you like it?" she whispered in his ear. 

"Yes, Mistress. Yes!" he panted. 

Tilly pushed on the toy, slowly easing another inch inside him. Then she took the manual controls. The toy was simply designed, and with the use of a small joystick at the end, she could control the curve of tentacle inside him. She pulled it right and he jerked. She pulled it left and he screamed in pleasure. 

"Your ass is mine," she crowed. "Every inch of your body belongs to me."

"Yes, mistress!"

She twirled the controls with one hand and pumped his enormous cock with the other. "And this especially is mine."

"Yours, mistress!"

"Cum for me, bitch. Come one last time for me," she ordered. 

He howled, his body violently convulsed, but only a slight trickle of nearly clear liquid leaked from him. He was completely empty. She turned off the tentacle and slowly drew it out. Silko didn't move other than to shudder now and then. 

"Are you alright, cupcake?" she asked. 

"Mazing... mistress... " he moaned, unable to open his eyes. 

"Good. Now, I'm going to put you to bed and I want you to sleep," she insisted, scooping him up. 

"Mmm-kay." he agreed. She carried him to the guest room and firmly tucked him into bed. He was already asleep when she kissed his forehead and left the room. 

Then she dressed in sweats and went to the kitchen for a cup of coffee. 

Tilly was conflicted. She felt somewhat irresponsible using Silko so thoroughly with no real intention of keeping him after the storm broke, but she couldn't regret any of it. It thrilled her to know she had taken him unlike any other mistress. Every time she thought about him with his tail in the air or writhing under her, she couldn't wait to do it again.

She drained her cup of coffee, and then another, and a third. She tried reading an old newspaper (since the delivery boy couldn't make it through the weather this morning) but found herself staring out the window, hoping the snow would never stop falling. How had that witch turned Narnia into a 200 year winter wonderland? Could she banish spring, summer, and Christmas to keep her pup forever?

"Mistress?" came his sleepy voice.

She smiled—she couldn't help it. He just made her so happy. "Coffee?" she offered. "There's tons of k-cups in the cupboard. I stocked up for winter."

He knelt in front of her and rested his head on her knee. "Mistress, I meant it when I said I love you. And I know that I only asked to serve you for a weekend, but I feel like I belong right here, at your footpaws. I don't care what it takes; I want to serve you forever."

Tilly sighed. "Cupcake... I told you that I'm not a full-timer. I do this for kicks and giggles, not as a lifestyle. And even if we wanted something long term between us... well, look at what we've already done together—on our first night! Most couples build up to that over years of trust and patience. Where could we possibly go from there?"

"It's not like you need to fist my ass every night," he protested hastily, his ears blushing bright pink. "I love it when you use me sexually, Mistress, but I also love rubbing your feet and cuddling with you. I love kneeling and looking up at your beautiful face. Truthfully, I'm so spent right now that I wouldn't mind a short break, but I'm so happy that I'd do anything for you."

She ruffled his hair and cupped his chin. He leaned into her paw and just smiled. 

"Alright, cupcake, it's time for me to be honest with you," she said gravely. "I've... made mistakes with subs before, and I'm not willing to put you at risk."

"Mistress?"

"Two years ago, I brought home a sub. A little wimpy weasel named Brad. Oh, he was flexible and a true masochist. A real pain-slut. But he didn't submit the way I wanted him to," she tried to explain. "I thought I could train him to be what I wanted, but it didn't work. I guess you could say he was topping from the bottom. You know that I get my greatest pleasure from seeing your fantasies and desires fulfilled. Nothing is hotter to me than when you can't think because I have pushed every one of your buttons and you are a drooling bundle of twitching nerves. But Brad kept pushing the envelope. He would goad me into hurting him. He couldn't seem to beg properly. It just... well, I won't go into all the problems in our relationship, but one night... I caught him video-chatting with another mistress." 

It was painful to remember. She had given that little ass-wipe so much. She'd invested time, money, and part of her heart into dominating the fur-factory-reject, and there he'd been, proudly showing off his ass plug to another she-beast. He hadn't even been sorry when he was caught. 

"I was furious. I snapped. I chained him up to a table, and I beat him. It wasn't just a punishment. I couldn't see anything but red. I've read about it since—apparently many wolverines have a berserker's rage, and he'd triggered mine. At first, he'd kept on confessing more sins to get me to beat him harder. We kept at it for hours. His fur was stripped from his back and he was bleeding, but I still kept lashing him." She looked away, her voice losing all inflection as she related the emotional trauma. "He told me to fuck him, to show who was the most dominant, but I didn't want to touch that vile hole of his. It wasn't mine anymore, anyway. I wanted to strip every inch of skin off his body. I just kept beating him. That's when the endorphins started to wear out. He said the safe word, and I didn't hear him. He screamed it, and I didn't stop. I couldn't hear anything beyond the roar of my rage. His begging finally got through to me, because it was the kind of begging I had always wanted to hear from him."

Her breath caught in her throat. It was hard to talk about this profound failure of hers as a dom. To break trust like that... She had always believed that the safeword was sacred—she still believed it—but knowing she was capable of such brutality was a dark shadow over every relationship with a sub.

Silko hugged her leg, comprehending her reluctance. "Mistress, he was an idiot. He didn't know a good thing when he had it. But now I've got you."

She smiled and almost burst into tears that he would use the same words on her that she had used on him the previous evening. "You're sweet to say so," she replied, her voice soft.

"I mean it," he insisted. "It didn't matter if he's a pain slut—he underestimated the danger of crossing a true dominant. Any sub worth his salt can tell when his dom is really upset and when it's just part of the play. You're territorial—anyone who can't see it in the way you take care of your forests, your business, and your employees is a fool. He was a blind jerk. I would never stray. I will never give you a reason to go berserk. I am going to dedicate my life to making you happy."

Tilly burst out laughing. "You're so sure that you'll be sticking around?"

He grinned. "Absolutely."

"You're not afraid that I will hurt you?" she asked, very serious. If, after hearing her worst moment as a dominant, he was willing to risk it, then why shouldn't she meet him half way?

"The only way you could really hurt me is if you kicked me out of your life," he replied with equal seriousness. "I... I think maybe... maybe we're supposed to be together, Mistress. I just hope that I can be worthy of you."

Tilly patted his head, almost giddy with relief, and gently gripped his velvety ear. "Well, if you're going to be sticking around, cupcake, let me warn you right now: I will not be pegging your ass every night. Nor will I have you plugged most of the time. I won't even ask you to always kneel, because frankly I'm too tired most of the time to appreciate it. Although," she said after considering, "I might have you do all the domestic work. I'm not one for washing dishes and doing laundry, but I hate calling a housekeeper because the place never smells right when they're done with it."

"I'd love to do all that!" he cried, bouncing up and halfway into her lap. His chest leaned against her knees and his chin rested on her stomach, looking up at her between her breasts. "Can I be your domestic bitch? Please? I promise I'll have dinner ready when you get home and I'll clean everything spotless."

Tilly wrapped her legs around him, trapping him playfully but effectively. "I'm not finished yet. You'll have to put up with me. I need space sometimes, and if I take off in to the woods for days at a time, you can't think it's because of something you did. I don't do passive-aggressive bull shit like that. You have to trust that when you do something wrong, I will let you know."

"I'll miss you," he replied. "But I'll wait for you. And throw a party when you get back."

"Last chance, cupcake," she said, tightening her legs around him possessively. "I don't do BDSM as a full time lifestyle. It will be like a normal vanilla relationship 75% of the time. If you want to be subjugated twenty-four-seven, then I'm not the right mistress for you."

"Stop trying to push me away," he cried. "I want to be here. I want to serve you. We can't prescribe our relationship before we've even started. So far we've had a great night together, and I know we clicked. So keep me. Please, keep me."

She reached forward and grabbed the chain that still circled his neck, and pulled him forward. "I will," she whispered in his fuzzy ear. 

Silko felt his cock starting to swell and whimpered in pain. He had been so used, so spent, that he was sure there was nothing left to give his mistress. Still, it was his duty and privilege to serve.

Tilly smiled and pulled him closer for a kiss. She knew it would be a while before he was ready to go, but she loved kissing him. She gathered him into her lap and held him close, burying her nose into his soft fur. He smelled like sex and honey and home. She just hugged him for a moment, cuddling and reveling in the knowledge that the warm body in her arms was exclusively hers. 

After a long while, she let him go and got up. "Ready for breakfast? I think you need some decent protein to refuel these," she teased, patting his balls gently. He shivered and grinned. "How does a Texas omelet sound?"

"What's in it?" he asked, following her to the kitchen.

"It's less about what is in it than it is about how big it is," she replied. She quickly whipped together a large omelet filled with peppers and salsa, and topped with a heavy layer of cheese. She slid it onto a plate and set it in front of him. 




Logging Camp Ch. 04



"Shouldn't I cook for you?" he asked, even as he dug into the delicious meal. 

"You can do the dishes," she promised as she put another omelet together for herself. "And then I'm sure I can find lots of chores for you to do. I might even have a frilly apron you can wear."

He grinned, his eyes sparkling with happiness. Tilly returned the smile. This just might work out. 

Epilogue

It was their six month anniversary. Six months ago, Tilly had taken a freezing pup off the mountain, and tonight she was driving home to a bitch she loved. Sure, they'd had their ups and downs just like any couple, but they had always pulled through. Silko had even taken up metal sculpting—a hobby he had abandoned after high school in favor of trying to be macho and earning a paycheck. He had constructed several stunning pieces for her garden, and several more that could be used against him in the most delicious way. 

Tilly pulled into her garage and gathered up the gifts she had purchased for him. Once inside, she could smell dinner roasting in the oven. Silko burst into the entry way, wearing nothing but his apron. 

"Mistress!" he cried joyfully. He threw himself at her feet and hugged her knee. "You're late."

"I had to pick up a few things," she said, patting his head affectionately. 

"I know," he said as he kissed and licked her leg. His mouth strayed upwards until she gently batted at his head for him to stop. 

"I was thinking about saving this for desert, but I just can't wait. Come," she ordered. Silko crawled behind her and she led the way into the living room. "Now, up!"

He climbed on top of the sturdy coffee table, staying on all fours. Tilly patted his backside affectionately. He knew the drill. She had pegged his fine tail dozens of times on this coffee table, but today, she had something else in mind. Something she had abstained from for six long months. 

"Were you good today?" she asked, as usual. 

"Yes, Mistress. I didn't touch myself once. Although when I hand-washed your panties it was hard not to," he replied, pressing his rear into her hand. 

"You licked them, didn't you?" she asked, digging her claws into his fluffy fur. 

"Yes," he admitted and slumped his shoulders in shame. "They were the ones you used to ride my face last night. I couldn't help it."

"Oh, cupcake," she said, sounding deeply disappointed. 

"I'm sorry," he gushed, dropping his face to the smooth tabletop as he groveled.

"That just means I'm not going to ride your face again tonight," she sighed. 

He whimpered, even more disappointed than she was. 

"I'll just have to find something else to do with you. What, oh what will I do?" she mused out loud even as her paw started to play with his balls. His cock swelled up, large and red as usual. Her paw wrapped around it and he shuddered. She had bound it, beat it, stroked it, caged it, neglected it, and milked it dry. Every time she touched it, Silko was overcome with memories and anticipation. She tugged it twice and then released it. "I know. On your back like a good little bitch." 

He whimpered, but obeyed. She pulled out a fresh coil of rope from her bag of goodies. She took her time tying each limb to a corner of the table. His large canine cock reached straight up and a bead of pre-cum dripped from the tip. Tilly slowly stripped down to her birthday suit. She walked around the table, giving him a good look at her naked glory. He started drooling. 

"You've been here a while, now." She said. "Are you happy, cupcake?"

"Yes, Mistress." He nodded emphatically. 

"And are you... satisfied with our arrangement?" She continued. 

"Completely," he agreed. 

"Are you sure?" she insisted. 

"Absolutely." Confusion intruded on his lustful expression. "Mistress... have I failed to satisfy you?"

"No, Cupcake. Not at all. You are my perfect sub." She threw one leg over the table so she could lean over his bound body and look him in the eyes. "I... Love... you."

Silko's eyes widened in surprise and delight. Then Tilly shifted back and the head of his cock touched her nether-lips. He gasped as her moisture quickly covered him. She pressed down and slowly sank onto his member. 

He howled his shocked pleasure and Tilly groaned with him. The first thrust had only pushed him about half-way into her, but after dreaming about his amazing member for six months, she wouldn't be denied now. She pushed down, rocking back and forth as he filled her better than any toy she had. She finally reached his knot, which was starting to swell. In a triumphant thrust, she pushed that knot inside her. She threw back her head and let out a wild whoop! 

"Oh, fuck, cupcake!" she cried. She could feel the knot swelling in her, and if she didn't back out now, they'd be tied. She didn't care. He felt amazing. She clenched and rocked a little, letting herself become accustom to this new shape inside her. 

"Mistress... mistress... I... you... first... ,"he panted harshly. Tilly didn't wait for a complete sentence. She pulled back a little and knew she had passed the point of no return. Her tight sheath wouldn't release the knot. They were tightly tied. Still, she pulled backwards, lifting his hips with her. Then she thrust forward, pushing his hips hard against her coffee table. 

"You're as fine a fuck from the front as the back," she told him as she started a steady rhythm. She had waited so long for this moment. 

"Tha—tha—aaaaah... " was all he could reply.

She happily bounced on him, her powerful legs driving him deep inside her and lifting his hips as she pulled up. She pinned his shoulders down and kissed his long canine jaw line as she rode him. Never had a sub given her such pleasure. But then again, she had never taken a sub this way. She had fucked equals this way, but never a sub. Even though he was obviously blinded by the unexpected pleasure, he willingly offered his body to her, arching into her every thrust. Her kisses trailed down to one of his nipples which she nipped playfully. 

"Such a good little fuck toy," she growled. "You were built to please a she-beast, weren't you? "

"Can't—can't—caaaah... " he cried and suddenly went ridged.

Tilly thrust deeply one last time and her orgasm barreled through her as he pumped hot essence deep inside her. She collapsed to the side of him, their intimate parts still bound by his swollen knot. He whimpered, moaned, gulped, and croaked. His eyes couldn't seem to open more than a crack. For that matter, Tilly was having a hard time focusing on the fuzzy pup. He kept licking his lips and then sighing deeply. 

"Say it," she panted. "We have a little while."

"Thankyoumistressfortaking... myvirginitycompletelyand... givingmeeverythingIcouldever... want," he burst out between gasps. He had to pant a few more times before he continued. "Icoulddiehappyrightnowand... IloveyouandInevereverever... nevereverwanttoleaveyou."

She kissed him deeply. "You are completely mine, now," she whispered. "You are more than my toy. Toys wear out. Toys get replaced. You are my cupcake, my submissive, my favorite beast in the entire world. Your submission to me is the greatest gift anyone has ever given me. And I'm keeping you... forever."