I am a fox. Not exactly, but that is my character today. I wear a fox mask and a fox tail. That is all. I am running and hiding from my “hunters” as they chase me through the woods. I did, thanks to Huntsman, have a 5 minute head start. No, if, when, I am caught, I will not be shot, but I will, no doubt, be subdued.

The temperature is chilly, but certainly not cold. At least it’s chilly if you’re naked except for a mask and a plug! The challenge of hide and seek, though, keeps me warm. I have found a lovely, large bush where I have burrowed beneath and am hoping this will be enough cover for me to hide. If, after one hour, no one has found me, I will be rewarded by choosing my mate for the next 24 hours. If, however, I am found, the hunter who finds me will hold me captive (a willing captive, that is!) for 24 hours.

We are on Master Levi’s property – 25 acres filled with woods, a pond, and privacy. I love it here. Huntsman and Master Levi have been friends for years. I have happily and willingly served both men even though I have chosen Huntsman as my Master.

I hunch down even more when I hear footsteps, slow and stealthy. “Come out, little fox,” a deep accented voice calls.

Master Sean. He is a true outdoorsman who leads tours on hiking trails in Ireland, living off the land and staying in the Wicklow Mountains for a week at a time. He’s also one of the strictest Masters in the group. I hold my breath and stare at his feet. He is right in front of my bush. He bends down, turns his head, and grins at me.

“Got ya.”

He ties my wrists together, tosses the end over a limb and strings me up before blowing on his horn to call the others to our location.

“Well done, Sean!” Huntsman exclaims. “We only had fifteen minutes left. Would you like to come back to the mansion, utilize the cabin, or something else?”

“Oh something else, I believe. I’ve brought supplies in my pack. I’m to bring her back to the mansion by 3:00 pm. tomorrow, correct?”

“That’s correct. Enjoy yourself, Sean. You know her hard limits, rules, and safeword, correct?”

“Of course. I have been around you both long enough to know, but thank you for the reminder. I’m sure my little vixen is appreciative of that. I assure you, she’ll be in good hands.”

Huntsman comes up to me, pinches both nipples, and kisses me. “Enjoy yourself.”

As I remain strung up, Master Sean sets down his pack and pulls out a hatchet and rope. He gathers large deadfall and creates a lean to. He then spreads out a waterproof tarp beneath it and covers the tarp with soft blankets. He then releases me and instructs me to gather small sticks.

I scurry to do so, having encountered Master Sean’s wrath before. I assumed these sticks would be used to start a fire, so I gather thin deadfall about the length of my forearm. When I return, my arms full, though, he already has a cozy fire build, surrounded by a circle of stones.

“Well done. Now, gather those into bunches of five or six and use this string to tie them together. These, Vixen, will be your birching bundles for the next hours.”

I pale, but obey. I despise being birched, but at the same time, I must admit that it is an effective motivator for me. I finish with a total of three bundles.

“Shall we get started, then. You took me on a merry chase, vixen. I’m found it quite exciting. Come.”

He grabs my hand and leads me to a fallen tree. here, he bends me over it, legs spread wide. I’m already quite wet! Master Sean wastes no time in plunging his cock inside of me. I cry out, his member filling a need that had been growing inside of me since the hunt began. Apparently, Master Sean felt similarly because shortly after my orgasm, he too found his release.

“Stay put. I needed to relieve myself quickly so I could focus. I’m glad you did as well, Vixen. I love seeing a woman find her pleasure. Now, though, I will be using the first of your bundles, not because you have disappointed me, but simply because I want to.”

“Yes, Master Sean,” I answered a bit breathlessly.

The first kiss of the birch bundle found its mark. Not only did the thin branches strike my ass, but a few of the smaller twigs struck my labia. I squealed but stayed in place. Master Sean laughed, pleased by my acceptance.

He continued birching me until I was dancing from foot to foot, his semen was dripping from my hole, and every twig in the bundle had broken. I fully expected to be ordered to thank him by worshiping his cock, but he had other plans.

I heard movement and then his hands on my stinging cheeks, spreading them apart. His warm, wet tongue was suddenly lapping up not only his spilled seed, but my addition honey. I clawed at the bark of the fallen tree and screamed out my pleasure as he brought me again to orgasm. Only after I was begging for mercy and my legs buckled did he grant me freedom from the exhausting pleasure.

He helped me to stand and hobble to the lean to where I collapsed. Finally, he removed my mask but kept the fox plug in place.

“Nap now, sweet Vixen. I’m going to forage. When I return, I’ll prepare the soup for our dinner and after, well, we’ll just have to see, won’t we? Your anus should be well and stretched by that time. I do love a good ass fucking.”

So do I, I thought as my eyes drifted closed.