Vixen hid behind shrubbery, panting, sure she would be found. Hoping she wouldn’t be found too soon. She wanted desperately to scratch the tip of her nose, but that was impossible.

Hunter had commissioned the mask to be made for her face so it would fit comfortably. He had also tied it in place with intricate knots so that she would not remove it herself. He’d also inserted a tail into her anus, allowed her to wear shoes, and set her off to find a hiding place twenty minutes before he began his hunt.

Now, she was naked, aside from her shoes, mask and tail, in their private forest playground. They had agreed that if she made it without detection for forty minutes, he’d treat her to a massage, wine, dinner, and a long soak in the hot tub after they made love.

If she were detected before that – even just a sighting – she’d be punished in various wonderful, terrible ways. Of course, she had no way to just the time accurately, so she was doing her best to guess. Running would make noise, so she reasoned that hiding would be the better option. She had remembered a large elm tree that had been split by lightning a few years ago. The opening was now covered in mass and a lush proliferation of forest ferns covered most of the surrounding area.

She crawled beneath the half trunk, careful not to trample the ferns. Once in position, she “fluffed” the ferns around herself and waited. Small bugs began to crawl on her skin and the plug was pressing more and more alluringly inside of her causing her to twitch and wiggle.

“Where are you my Vixen?” she heard Hunter coax.

He was closer than she’d hoped! She tried to slow her breathing and remail still, knowing that nowhere near forty minutes had passed.

“Come out, my Vixen. I promise to tame you well, not to mention eat you, my pretty!”

Vixen tried to scrunch lower beneath the ferns.

“I have a lovely collar and leash for you,” he sing songed, “I even promise not to bite!”

She couldn’t stifle a giggle.

Then, she saw his boots directly in front of her face and put her hands over her mouth as much as the mask would allow.

“Guess I’ll just sit here on this log for a while and plan my next move,” Hunter murmured.

The broken trunk above her shifted. She heard a swishing sound as Hunter swiped a large, thin branch through the air. She watched as bits of bark fell from the branch and she knew he was using his pocket knife to smooth out the wood.

He began to whistle. Vixen twitched as another bug crawled on her naked belly.

“There you are,” he said as his face came directly into her line of vision.

A breath later, Hunter had hauled Vixen from her shelter of ferns and snapped a collar and leash into place. He then clicked the lock on the collar closed.

“Really, Vixen, I’m not sure if I’m disappointed or pleased by how quickly I found you. Only fifteen minutes? You’ll learn to plan better next time, won’t you?”

He tugged on the collar and Vixen had no choice but to follow. She struggled behind him, fighting the urge to obey, knowing they both would enjoy the play acting.

“Struggling is useless. You’re now my pet for the next twelve hours, Vixen. First, I need to teach how to behave, don’t I?”

Vixen whined.

“In front of me, Vixen. My switch here should keep you walking.”

When Vixen slowed, Hunter flicked her calf with his thin, flexible switch. When they came to a fork in the path, he flicked her right hip, indicating the direction he wanted her to go. By the time they arrived at their rustic cabin, her calves were covered in thin red lines.

When they arrived, hot and sweaty, Hunter secured her leash to the porch post. He went into the cabin and brought out a bowl of water.

“Here. Drink. for the next 12 hours, this is your water dish, the only liquid you will receive.”

Vixen lapped up all of the cool water.

“Here are the rules. The furniture is for me, not my pet. You will use the furniture, including the bed, only with permission.”

Vixen sat cross legged in front of him and nodded. She already knew the rules, ones she had agreed to when they were discussing this weekend. Still, a reminder would be helpful.

“If you need to go outside you will go to the door and scratch, then sit quietly until I open it for you. I will then take you outside by your leash and you can do your business.”

The cabin had no indoor plumbing, so the only change here was that she’d be on leash.

“You will obey my commands or be punished. You will only eat what I hand feed you. I actually found you after only twenty minutes, did you know that?”

Vixen paled and shook her head. Hunter jerked her leash and she said, “No, Hunter.”

He squatted in front of her, lifted her chin, and replied, “You are not allowed to use my name. I am your owner. Address me as such.”

“Yes, Owner.”

“Better.” He stood, forcing her to her feet as well. Whistling, he led her to the spring fed stream and she knew what her punishment would be. She began to whimper, but didn’t struggle. Without pause, Hunter strode into the stream, Vixen behind him. The cold water never bothered him.

“Sit.”

She sat, shivering.

“Stay.”

He secured her leash beneath a large stone then went to the bank, sitting on a rock and flicking his switch.

Vixen began to shiver and her nipples to pucker. Even her asshole puckered around the plug. Her traitorous clit, however, swelled with masochistic pleasure. Finally, Hunter stood and said, “Come.”

She struggled with frozen fingers to move the stone holding her leash in place then went, handing him the end of her leash. He nodded his approval then walked her to the cabin, her tail dripping frigid water down her leg. He opened the door and ushered her in. She’d added a large doggie bed next to his chair, but that was the only visible change she could see. Of course, the cabin was well stocked and decorated with tie down points, whips, blindfolds, paddles, plugs, and nipple toys.

He pointed to the doggie bed and Vixen quickly curled up on the plush material, curling into a ball for warmth while Hunter lit the fire. She’d been careful to position her tail toward the fire, off the bed.

“Come on, bend over the table.”

Vixen moved her cold body slowly, too slowly, because Hunter yanked her leash to hurry her pace. He pushed her back, flattening her breasts against the rustic table and held her in place. He began to turn the tail and the plug inside of her. She moaned with pleasure. She heard rustling behind her and knew Hunter was disrobing.

Carefully, he eased the plug from her ass only to replace it with his slicked up cock. Using both hands, he pressed on her shoulders, fucking her fast and hard. Within minutes, Vixen felt his hot come splash inside of her. She was gasping, on the edge of her own orgasm when he pulled free of her and said, “Go to your bed, Vixen. Now.”

Mind glazed, she did so, watching as he cleaned himself then stood before her. She raised herself to her knees and opened her mouth to accept his well pleased cock. Hunter removed her mask. She adored when he allowed her to suck him after he came. All of his flesh could fit inside her mouth.

“Use your claws,” he growled.

Hunter loved when she gently scratched his balls, so she kept her nails pointy.

She reached up and began to scratch not only his balls, but his inner thighs as well. By the time he was again fully erect and the tip of his cock was slamming against the back of her throat, her jaws ached. He pulled away and ordered, “Hands and knees. Head down, Vixen.”

Whimpering she obeyed. She felt the cold, hard plug pressed against her anus again. He pushed in and then she felt the tingle and scented it. Peppermint oil. He flipped the tail over her back and plunged his cock, balls deep, into her weeping pussy.

Vixen screamed her pleasure, waves of fog clouding her mind and vision as she lost herself to all the sensations colliding inside of her. Hunter began to slap her ass as he pounded inside of her. She lost track of time, of matter, of thought. She became animalistic, primal in her need for pleasure. She screamed his name and received several punishing smack on her ass. She screamed again.

“Owner!!!” and received praise.

Eventually, she began to beg. Her knees ached, her back ached, her ass stung, and her pussy was wrecked, happy as it was. Hunter finally bestowed mercy upon her and came a second time, this time his hot cream soothing the chafed tunnel.

She collapsed onto her bed, unable to move.

Hunter looked down at her and laughed. “So, my pet, that was just the beginning. I’m going to fuck your mouth, your ass, your pussy as much as I want. Your ass will be constantly plugged with that tale unless you need to do your business, then, it will go right back in. Unless I’m using it, naturally. Anything to add?”

“Yes, Owner,” she murmured groggily. “I wanted to add that I’m so happy you agreed to this. Thank you.”

He knelt beside her, patted her head, and said, “I am too, Vixen. Get some rest while I fix dinner. You have a long, tiring evening ahead of you.”