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Free?  I was free?  I was… I was so stunned that I couldn’t react.  Everything that I had been preparing myself for the last year fell apart in my mind. Tears almost immediately filled my eyes.  “W… wh…” I was breathing so fast I couldn’t talk.  “W… what?!” I had to blink the tears out of my eyes so that I could see.
“Listen to me very carefully Pandora. You are free.  All you have to do is walk to the elevator and push the down button, and you’ll be free.  I’ll destroy your sale papers and you’ll be able to do whatever you want with yourself.” He released my arms and I fell backwards to the floor.  Away from my Master… no, not my Master… he said I was free.  I tried to stand but I couldn’t.  I looked over at the other slaves, their expressions ranged from anticipation to fear. I looked back at Master… “I… are…”
“It’s not a trick Pandora, I’m not going to punish you for trying to escape.  You’re free.”
I managed to stand up, having to wipe the tears from my eyes.  I looked at the stallion, then the elevator, which was still open.  What was I doing? I was free!  I could go! I tried to run to the elevator, but I almost stumbled after the first step.  As soon as I started moving away from the stallion, I felt like I was tearing apart inside.  A year of training and punishment was trying to put my neck into the collar that he was holding, and the other me, the partially trained remnant of my former self was trying to run for freedom.  
I took another step and felt fear.  A million question all at once.  What would I do?  I didn’t have any money, shelter, transportation.  All I knew how to do was fuck, I wasn’t even certified to do my old job anymore. Everything was spinning in my head so fast I couldn’t hold a thought to conclusion.  I tried taking another step but collapsed to the floor.  Tears were spilling down my face.  They weren’t tears of joy at being freed, it was – fear? Ambivalence… I wanted this stallion as my Master… No! I wanted to be free!  Or, be free, and still be his somehow… 
It was a test… or a trick.  It couldn’t be real.  Everything I went through for the last year amounted to nothing; all of it was for nothing because I was free!  A year!  A year of humiliation and suffering and classes and fucking and starving in my cage at night… terrible depression… despair even - for what? 
But how could I be free after what I had been through?  I would have nightmares for the rest of my life, reliving the torment from the Institute.  I started crying openly. The debate inside me was too much. I couldn’t reconcile all the emotions… it was too much – it felt like I was having a bad trip or something.  I wanted to leave… I wanted to leave so badly, but at the same time… I knew I wanted to stay more than anything.  I reached up and clutched for my collar, a nervous habit I had developed over the last year, but my fingers only met the fur on my neck.  I didn’t have a collar… I felt so exposed without it, so vulnerable.  
The stallion was just sitting on the bench watching me.  My Master was right there, just behind me, he would protect me, make all my decisions for me.  I didn’t have to worry with him there.  All I had to do was give myself to him, all these questions would go away, all these conflicting emotions.  And all I had to do in return was to serve… to obey, it was so simple to just… obey.  I wanted to feel my Master’s collar around my neck. I wanted to serve him.  To belong to him.  To be owned…
>CLICK<
I opened my eyes.  I was kneeling in Master’s lap, I had crawled back to him without realizing it, and put my neck into the collar he was holding and he had closed it.  It was part of me now – a permanent addition to not just my body, but to me.
I was bawling now, all sense of proper slave etiquette lost as I clutched his waist.  He put his arms around me and held me tightly, stroking my hair and whispering quietly in my ear.  I kept blubbing… I felt like I was 5 years old – emotionally I probably was.  Minutes passed, his presence, the warmth from his body and his gentle touch began to calm me.  I heard him sniffle a little. I looked up at him through tear soaked eyes and saw that he was crying too.  From the expression on his face it looked like he was trying his damndest not to, but there were tears rolling down his cheeks.  I could see in his temple he was clenching he teeth together.
“I’m sorry.  I’m so sorry you had to go through that Pandora.” He kissed me on the forehead and wiped the tears off my cheeks.  “But I needed you to understand, all of you…” He looked up. “That your training went a lot farther that you ever realized.  It wasn’t just training, the didn’t just teach you how to fuck, they conditioned you at the Institute, and not just with negative reinforcement, but with drugs in your food that made you susceptible to suggestion and react to stimulus with Pavlovian responses, as well as subliminal programming while you slept – your brains have been wired to crave submission and discipline; and it’s important that you all understand that.” He looked down at me, still stroking my hair. “And I’m truly sorry that this was the best way I could think of to demonstrate that.  Hopefully, it will be the meanest thing that I’ll ever do to any of you.”
Master held me for a little while longer. “It’s okay Pandora, you belong to me now.  I’m going to take care of you from now on.”  My emotions began to un-knot and my trembling all but stopped.  I felt better the longer he held me.  The last year… It wasn’t all for nothing.  I would serve him.  Please him with my obedience.  I wanted to stay in his strong arms forever.  I could fall asleep just like I was.  I felt him shift a little. I looked up at him.  He was looking at me, a sad expression on his face.
“I have to put everyone else’s collars on them Pandora.  Would you like to kneel beside me while I do that?”
I sniffled.  I didn’t want him to let me go, but I had to obey.  I nodded and he released me from his embrace.  I felt exposed and a little scared suddenly, but I managed to control my fear and scoot around to his side and kneeled next to his leg.  I wanted to put my arms around his calf, but I just sidled closer to him till my shoulder was brushing his thigh, watching him as he prepared the next collar.
“Cotton, please come here.”
She jumped a bit and approached Master, looking more than a little afraid.  She knelt in between his legs, eyes down, totally submissive, waiting to be collared.
“What color collar would you like Cotton?”
“Gold please Master.” I agreed, on her tan and white fur it would look nice.
“Cotton, would you like to try and leave?”
Cotton glanced at me fearfully, then shook her head vigorously, her long ears flopping back and forth.  “No Master, please don’t send me away.  I… want to belong to you.”
Master stroked her hair and unlocked her Institute collar, letting it fall unceremoniously to the floor.  Cotton tensed while she sat there collarless.  Master programmed her collar and held it in front of her. She quickly leaned her neck into it, and he closed it.
>CLICK<
Cotton gasped when she heard the click. She almost sounded aroused, but she was probably relieving the tension that had mounted while she was uncollared.  I watched as the seam over the clasp disappeared, probably being fused shut by nanites from the inside.  Without the code, (or industrial cutting equipment), the collar was truly impossible to remove.
“Thank you for choosing me as your slave, Master.  My body and will are yours, your desires come before mine, I will devote myself to pleasing and obeying you so long as you own me.”  Cotton bowed her head to a kowtow and held it there for a few seconds, then rose and returned to her place in line.  
The phrase was something the Institute said we were supposed to do.  They said it cements the Master/slave relationship in the mind of the slave.  Maybe that was part of our conditioning, some subconscious trigger they had placed in us.   
I watched Cotton as she knelt back in line, she was staring kind of starry eyed at Master, looking like she had a severe case of puppy love.
I hope Master wasn’t going to get mad that I didn’t do it.  Maybe… just maybe if I didn’t activate the trigger, there’d be a way for me to esca… As soon as I tried to think about it, I felt a pang of anxiety, that same ambivalence as a few moments ago.   Wanting freedom, but still wanting this kind and handsome unicorn as my Master at the same time. I quickly put it out of my head. I would think about it later.
Then it was Miranda’s turn.  She knelt before Master and chose chrome for the color of her collar.  When Master asked her if she wanted to try and leave, she swallowed, looked at me for a second then shook her head. “I don’t think my will is strong enough Master, and I don’t want to leave my friends.” She looked up at him.  “Besides, it wouldn’t be fair to you, having paid so much for me.” She smiled weakly.
“You realize that if I’m your Master, I can lock you in a cage away from your friends, or trade you to another furr if I want… Belonging to me is no guarantee of being with your friends.”
She swallowed (as did I).  “I know Master, but I want to trust my fate to you, I think I’ll be happy serving you, for as long as you’ll let me.”
“I’m glad you feel that way Miranda.”  He held out the collar to her, she closed her eyes and swallowed, then leaned her neck into it, trembling slightly.  He closed it and it latched shut.  She repeated what Cotton had said and  kowtowed as well.  
Then it was Tyco’s turn.  He chose a obsidian color for his collar. It was just a glossy black, with just a hint of purple if the light hit it just right, but it looked nice against his orange and black fur.  He declined the offer to leave as well.  “No thank you Master.  I would like to stay and serve you.”  Master collared him and he repeated the ritual with the kowtow, then sat up, and bowed his head again. “Thank you Master.” Master nodded to him and stroked his hair, then the tiger took his place back in line.
Then was Horace.  He chose a copper collar; the reddish hue was a good match for his red-brown fur.
“Would you like to try and leave, Horace?”
Horace looked thoughtful for a moment.  “Master, you won’t be angry if I say that I’d like to try?” 
“No Horace.  I encourage you to try if you think you can handle it.”
“In that case Master, I’d like to give it a shot.  I couldn’t forgive myself if I didn’t at least make the attempt.  Even if my reaction is as bad as Pandora’s.” He looked at me with a worried expression.  I shrank till just my eyes were poking up over Master’s thigh.  I wanted to encourage him, but… 
Master nodded and removed his Institute collar.  Horace stayed still for a second, marshalling himself.  He rose and turned his back to Master.  He just stood there for a moment, then moved his paw up to his neck and scratched it.  His voice was trembling as he spoke. “It feels so weird not having that thing there.”  The way he was talking, I got the impression that he was stalling, trying to calm himself.  He stood there, looking at the elevator for almost a full minute, losing his composure more and more as time passed. “I… I can’t make my legs move.  I’m too… scared.” I saw some tears start to well up in his eyes.  He started trembling more now, bending slightly at the waist like he was trying extra hard to will his legs to move, until he was crying, and eventually he collapsed backwards, into Master’s arms.
Master caught him and held him for a moment, shushing him while he calmed down. The hyena’s reaction hadn’t been nearly as dramatic as mine, at least outwardly.  Eventually Master turned him around, Horace knelt on the floor for a few moments breathing deeply.  He hung his head in submission.  “Thank you for letting me try Master.”  And with that he was collared.  He kowtowed and voiced the mantra as well, somewhat hesitantly I noticed.  I started wondering if I should do it too as it didn’t seem that escape was likely in the near future anyway, but he was gesturing the mouse forward.
“I doubt very much that you’ll try and run away, but it’s the law that a slave has to wear a collar.  Besides, if you got lost, I don’t think you’d be able to find your way back to me on your own, poor thing.” He gently petted her head while she knelt.  “Do you have a preference for the color of your collar?”
She looked up at him, scared.  Her eyes were darting back and forth, it seemed like she was having trouble processing the question.
Master’s face was twitching a little.  “I think anything involving her own desires, as opposed to her masters isn’t something she’d geared to cope with anymore.”
She continued to look up at her Master, awaiting her decisions to be made for her.
Master smiled down at her warmly, just a little sad looking.  “Before I put your collar on you, can you please tell me your name?”
“That is for my Master to decide.” She responded, not happily, but less afraid, as she was being asked a question that she could answer.
I thought for a second that Master was going to start crying again, but he held it back.  “Why don’t we make your collar red?  It will go good with your pink eyes.”
“Yes Master. Red.”
He removed her Institute collar, and she immediately began whimpering, so Master quickly put her permanent collar on her and she calmed down.  She didn’t kowtow, it probably required too much initiative for her to do on her own, but Master seemed unconcerned with it.
“Well, now that’s out of the way, let’s move into the next room and we can discuss just what I expect from you all.”
We all filed into the room just beyond the hallway, it was a nice large carpeted room probably 10 meters by 20, and was totally unfurnished except for a Romanesque loveseat, the kind with only one armrest, it was pushed up against the wall facing into the room.  It was probably some kind of congregation hall, reserved for entertaining a good sized number of guests.  The whole floor was recessed and flanked by a few steps that ran the length of the sides.  Instead of walls, there were some pillars that ran along the top stairs, and there was another room beyond it of equal dimensions, only not recessed, the function of that large room divided only by the furniture that occupied it. On the left was a den of sorts, a circle of sofas and recliners, all leather and earth tones, the opposite side of the room was a dining area with a long table and ten chairs. Beyond the den was a glass wall, probably leading to a balcony, next to that was a computer room, and next to that, behind the dining area was walled off, but I could see tile around the edge of the wall, I got the impression it was a kitchen. Master walked to the top step and had us form a quarter circle beneath him, the mongoose stood on the step beneath him.  Kneeling on the plush carpeting was practically decadent.  We were all used to kneeling on concrete or marble.  At best we’d be on that super dense carpeting they have in stores.  I glanced around at everyone else while Master fiddled with his PDA some more.  We all had silly little grins on our snouts, and we wiggled slightly, getting settled into the nice soft floor.  This was a really nice place, and I noticed with both relief and oddly enough, some measure of disappointment, that  there didn’t seem to be any eyebolts in the walls or chains hanging from the ceiling.
Master was pacing back and forth a bit while we kneeled quietly, reading something off his PDA, most likely about us. Something caught his interest and he read it over intently, then turned towards me.
“Pandora, why did you get declawed?”
I tensed up a bit and drew in a breath.  I didn’t expect the lecture to start like this. I was on the spot now.
“Your report here says that it happened while you were at the Institute, but it doesn’t say why.  They want a positive dossier on you guys for sales purposes, so of course they don’t go into the details about all the punishments you underwent and why those punishments were necessary.  But it seems like they should when those punishments cause permanent changes in the merchandise.  Did you attack someone or try to escape?”
I hung my head submissively.  He said that he didn’t have the information that would confirm or deny whatever I told him, but there was no point in lying. “I… tried to kill myself Master.” I saw him nod in the edge of my vision. “I was extremely unhappy with the idea of being a slave at first… the things that we had to go through… I just couldn’t handle it.”
The stallion walked up to me and crouched, taking my hand off my lap and looked at my wrist.  The scars had healed almost completely, but there were still small variances in the angle of the short furs there that gave away the injury.  “And what about now?  How do you feel about being a slave now?”
What a loaded question! How could I possibly answer that?  I swallowed and glanced around the room at the others, who were watching me with a fair amount of interest.  I’m sure they were curious of my answer as well.
I was just about to speak when Master interrupted. “Be honest, Pandora, I won’t be mad no matter what your answer is.”
I nodded, and spoke in a measured tone. “Well, to be perfectly honest, Master, I…  can’t say that I’m very happy with the idea that I’m a slave.  Maybe I’m conditioned outwardly, but there’s still a voice in me that wants to be free, even if she can’t act on it.  I feel trapped by my obedience sometimes.  The thought that I no longer have the freedom to make my own decisions, or guide my own destiny, it’s actually pretty depressing if I think about it too much.” He watched me, not saying anything, so I continued. “Um, on the other paw, there is, in a way, a certain freedom to be had in not having any responsibility, except for my responsibility to my Master, but, you know, no bills, or having to remember to get my car inspected or anything like that.” Master nodded, but I got the impression he wanted me to continue. “I guess, as long as a slave has a kind Master, or not even a kind Master, but one who isn’t abusive, I suppose there are worse fates. Maybe, Master, since I’ve spent the last year being trained as a slave, and not really being a slave, maybe you should ask me that question again in a month?”
“A good answer - but - how much of what you just said is post-Institute Pandora trying to rationalize your situation with pre-Institute Pandora?  And how much is the conditioning you’ve received from the Institute speaking…” my eyes started to go wide as he spoke.  “…and how much is you trying to put a good spin on things for fear of angering your master, and how much of that is the Pandora you are right here and now, speaking her honest mind?”
I balked.  How could I… how could anyone answer that? “I… don’t know Master… I…” 
He stopped me, rubbing the inside of my wrist with his thumb.  “I don’t expect you to answer that actually.  I just want you all to be aware that I know that despite the very best efforts of the Institute, you’re not just obedient puppets, that there’s a real person wearing that collar, and that despite your training and conditioning, there are things going on in your minds other than zealotous loyalty to me.  A lot of Masters forget that, and they’re quick to punish, and they punish severely for even minor infractions.  I’m not like that, I don’t want you all to be constantly terrified of me.”
He stood, emphasizing his next sentence.  “That being said, I’m not giving you license to become rowdy, or start forgetting your place, I paid an exorbitant amount for each of you, and just as if this was your job, I expect you to do your very best.  The best kind of master/slave relationship that can exist is when the slave WANTS to be loyal and obedient, not because they fear punishment, but because they don’t want to disappoint their master.  Consequently, the master must be kind, and while a slave should never expect rewards for good behavior, the master will indeed reward a slave for exemplary service.”
“Like a Shogun and his Samurai.” The mongoose chimed in.
“Uh…” my Master looked down at her. “Yes, actually, exactly like that.  That is the kind of relationship that I expect to have with you all.  Anyone can dominate through brutality, but there’s no victory in that.”
We took a moment to absorb what our Master had just told us.  This was almost too good to be true, he was going to reward us for good behavior, and not punish us at the drop of a hat?  After spending so many weeks at the Institute terrified of what sort of life I would be leading after being sold, I felt as though I had won the Master lottery.  I was already determined never to disappoint this stallion. 
He stood and walked back to the top step.  “I have moods, sometimes I’m a little more intense than other times, you’ll all quickly learn to read me and adjust how you act around me.  Ultimately I’d like to be your friend, but that friendship will always be tempered by the fact that I am still your Master.  I guess it’s like being in the military, you can joke and kid around with your C/O some of the time, but there’s a limit to that friendship, because he can order you on a suicide mission at any time, if you see what I’m getting at.” He thought for a second. “I still think I need to emphasize this point, I’m not above… Or I suppose I should say, beneath, punishing one of you if you get out of hand.  Some of you have seen my temper, which I don’t think is as bad as some furs say it is,” The mongoose nudged him with her elbow; he nudged her back hard enough to knock her off balance.  “I just pray you don’t make me do anything that we’ll both regret.”  He looked at us, I nodded to him in a meaningful “I understand perfectly” sort of way.
“Now, what do I expect from you guys as my slaves? I’m sure that’s a question that you’re keenly interested in, as the answer will basically define your lives for as long as I own you.  I have a lot of experience with slaves, I’ve owned, well, a lot over the years, and what I’ve found is that most slaves are, ah, reluctant at times, their obedience is given because they fear retribution, but as I’ve said, I want you guys to want to serve me.  What I’ve found is the best motivator is to change how you think of your position. Yes, you’re a slave, and as they taught at the Institute, a slave can’t have pride or anything.  Well, that’s bullshit.  I want you guys to have pride in what you are, I want you to strive to be the best that you can be as slaves.  Think of that girl in college who insulted you because you couldn’t quite get her off that one time…” Master gestured to the boys, who blinked, not quite sure what he was talking about.  “Or whatever, I just mean as example.  Imagine if you had a second chance with her now, the things you could do to her, leave her panting, begging for more, you could make her give you anything just for one more roll in the sack with you now.” Master grinned, and the boys did too, realizing what he was talking about.
“Or girls, imagine that boyfriend who dumped you because you weren’t thin enough, or he found someone younger and sluttier to bang.  Just think for a second what he would give to spend 20 minutes with you now.  Slaves of your caliber go for hundreds of dollars for just an hour at the brothels.  Think about how beautiful you each are, how desirable you are, the skills you posses.  I know all these things were forced on you and if you had to go back and choose something to excel at, this probably wouldn’t be it, but what’s done is done, so I urge you, all of you to take pride in what you’ve become.  Be the best slave you can be, better not only than Jane Prostitute on the street corner, but better even than other Institute trained slaves.” 
I thought for a moment.  They had never put it like that at the Institute, it was all about stamping out our pride, making us feel completely degraded all the time so that no act would be beneath us.  I wondered if it was possible, could I really take pride in what I’ve become? Did I even want to?
“Now that’s out of the way, I guess I should explain what your duties will be around here.  First off, ladies, you should know that I am a colossal pervert, and I will be making full use of your… talents, which I’m sure is of little surprise to you, but still I thought I’d set your mind at ease on that point at least.  In addition to that, everyone here has some practical trade skill which you can be expected will be put to use as well, except Cotton, but I think I've already decided that she's going to become my head of household, not just cleaning and cooking, but managing household expenses and maintenance as well.  You'll be responsible for shopping for food and anything else we need for the house, and you'll reconcile the expenses with Marisol here.”  He looked at Cotton, who blinked a few times, then nodded.
“I own a number of businesses and your trade skills will be made use of in those industries.  You’re not just slaves now, but working professionals.  I know that being ‘just’ a slave can be pretty depressing at times, but now, during the day, you’ll be much as you were, only you also know that of all your coworkers, you can give head better than any of them.” Master chuckled, as did we all, just a little nervously. 
He was making jokes, that was good. Most of the Master’s at the Institute, and even the guests of the Institute had been so serious and critical all the time.
“As far as your status as a slave when you’re at your jobs, I’m not sure how that’s going to work.  Miranda for instance is going to help out at a shipping company I own.  She eventually may wind up managing payroll and other things, so it doesn’t seem appropriate that she’ll still have to refer to her subordinates as Sir or Ma’am. I’ll have to give that some thought.” Master tapped his teeth with the PDA’s stylus for a moment. I looked over to Miranda.  She had a odd, serene look on her face and a little smile wiggling on her snout.  She almost looked like she was going to start crying.
"Moving right along, Cotton will be preparing our meals once she's trained as a cook.  Now while I don't agree with the Institute's training methods, they have in fact instilled some very good habits in you.  Eating right and exercising are important to your figures of course, and I expect you to maintain yourselves.  Your bodies belong to me and you can expect to be used for not only my own recreation, but I do entertain on occasion. I have a reputation for picking the best of the best from the Institute, and you can take that as a compliment if you like, but you guys will need to work hard to maintain yourselves to my standards.  If you would like to eat more than what the Institute was feeding you, and I'm sure that you all do, you're welcome to do so, but, know that it will affect the amount of time that you'll be spending in the gym.  Anyone who has trouble maintaining their figure will placed on a more controlled diet, am I clear?"
"Yes Master." We all responded.  More good news.  No more starving every night in our cages.  Just more time on the treadmill.  I could handle that.
“I don’t mind if you put on some weight as long as it’s muscle. I go for the athletic look.  Tyco you could use a little more meat on dem bones, you’re almost as thin as a cheetah, and honestly, I think Miranda would look quite good with another inch of two on her biceps.” He grinned. Miranda blinked, not sure how to respond.
“Okay, clothing. In public, when you’re with me, you’ll be dressed… well, pretty much however I want you dressed, which may not be dressed at all,” He chuckled. “But usually it will be in the outfits that we picked up on the way home. I’ll get some business attire for you as well, it wouldn’t do to have Horace sitting in a cubicle programming in a loincloth, even if the lady programmers wouldn’t agree with that.” He chuckled.  “Here at the apartment, dress code won’t be quite as… formal.  I know you’ve all spent the last year wearing nothing but your collars, and clothes probably feel a little weird, but you’re not required to go nude here. In fact, boys, wear your loincloths or posing pouches. I’ll probably get tired of seeing even that, so we’ll eventually pick you up some shorts and T-shirts. Ladies, be aware that it is your duty to seduce me in everything you do, not that I really need the encouragement…” Marisol interrupted him with a snerk. “…Ahem, so we’re going to get some lingerie and other brief outfits for you.  The sheer mini-dresses are acceptable, but if you want to traipse around nude or in only a pair of panties, I encourage it. In fact, you might even be rewarded for it.  Remember what I said about a Master rewarding a slave for exemplary service.” 
We nodded. This was sounding better and better by the minute.  We had a choice of wardrobe, and it didn’t sound like he was going to make us go nude in public… at least, not all that often.
“Okay, let’s discuss your behavior.  You’re going to have two modes of operation from now on.  Institute etiquette and ‘at ease.’  Right now you’re ‘at ease.’ Yes, you’re kneeling and waiting your turn to speak, but your eyes are up and you are allowed to ask questions and talk with permission.  If you’re about the apartment doing something and I enter the room, I do require you to kneel and wait for me to give you permission to resume your activities.  I will eventually get tired of telling you to rise, and ‘graduate’ you to just bowing.  The exception to that is Cotton, when you’re in the kitchen, just bow. I don’t want you having to stop what you’re doing and kneel with your paws on the floor, having to wash them every time I wander in and out of there.”
Cotton nodded and bowed her head. “Yes Master, I understand.”
“While we’re in the apartment, you’re allowed to be at ease unless I say otherwise.  There will be times that I have guests over and I’ll require you to display full etiquette, but you’ll have ample warning in those cases.  In public, when you’re with me, you will be allowed to be at ease as well, but make sure you show me respect and treat anyone who approaches us similarly.  Call them Sir or Ma’am as I’ve said.  Remember, how you act is a reflection on myself, and while I usually don’t care how other furs view me, there are times that playing by societies rules is the best route to take. If you do anything out of line, I may or may not punish you on the spot, I’ll probably give you a warning, but if you persist, there will be discipline involved. If you’re in public, and not with me for whatever reason, you will apply full Institute etiquette.  In those cases, everyone is your master and you have to do as they say, so long as it’s not contrary to whatever errand you’re on or my rules or harmful to yourself.” Master scratched his chin, looking thoughtful. “Uh, I need to think… any questions so far?”  
Miranda raised her paw timidly.  Master nodded to her.  “What is my Master’s policy on allowing his slaves to… pleasure themselves?”  
I smiled. She would ask that, the little hedonist.
“Ah, good question.  Now, as uncommonly permissive as I am as a Master, that is one thing that won’t be changing from the Institute’s policies.  I am your Master and your bodies belong to me, as does your pleasure. You aren’t allowed to gratify yourselves unless I tell you that you may, or tell you that you have to.  I’m sure you’re disappointed, but that’s one area that I’m not going to be flexible about.  When I want one of you to service me, I want you ready at the drop of a hat.  That isn’t to say I have no interest in foreplay, but sometimes I just want it when I want it and I don’t want to wait for it.” He turned to Marisol. “Mari, how many times since I’ve owned you have you pleasured yourself without my permission?”
The mongoose hesitated. “You… mean, before you… graduated me?”
Master nodded.
“Uh, three times Master.”
“And how many times were you caught?”
“All three times.”
“And do you have any idea how I knew you had been polishing your pearl without my permission?”
She pursed her lips. “I have my suspicions.”
“But?”
“But, no, I don’t know how you knew.”
Master turned to us. “Don’t think you can sneak one off without my knowledge.  You are pleasure slaves and your pleasure is mine to give or take. Don’t worry too much though. While you’re not going to have classes anymore where you’re taken advantage of on a daily basis, there will be as much, if not more sex in your lives now that you’re owned by a big perv like me.” He leered as he spoke, pleased with himself. “As you may have surmised, I will eventually allow you to pleasure yourselves, but don’t hold your breath, it will be some time before that happens.”
Tyco raised his paw.  “Yeah, Tyco, you have a question?”
“Master I’m afraid to ask this, but…”
“Go ahead.”
“You’ve mentioned that you’re not going to be taking advantage of the particular skills we’ve picked up at the Institute… so are Horace and myself still disallowed from self pleasure?”
Master stopped cold with his mouth hanging open.  “Uh…”
Marisol giggled.  “Tyco you get a point for dumbfounding Master.”
Master made a fist and play-whacked her on the head.  “Bonk!”
“Eek!” She ducked just as his fist stopped just shy of her head.
“I’m going to have to think about that, Tyco.  Good question.  I hadn’t even considered that. Uh, for now, lets be fair to the girls and say that it’s still off limits… hmm, but that’s not fair to you, since there isn’t going to be any external relief.” Master pondered for a moment.
“You don’t have to be fair to the girls you know.  You do own them and they have to do whatever you say.”  Marisol chimed in.  Master regarded her for a moment.  “We are slaves after all, even if you don’t always treat us like that.”
“Yeah, you’re right.  Uh, tell you what, once a week, the two of you may require one of the female slaves to assist you with some relief, however you like.  If you just want a hand job, that’s fine, but then you have to take care of her as well, and if you want to fuck her, then make sure you both finish.  That way even thought the girls have one more duty around the house, they have a source of relief besides servicing myself.  Does that sound equitable everyone?”
We all nodded before Marisol spoke.  “Master, you don’t need to get our approval.” 
“Yeah, I know, I’m just… Fine, then that’s the rule.”
Miranda raised her paw again.
Master arched his eyebrow. “Yes Miranda?”
“Master, since there’s only 2 male slaves and 5 females, that means that 3 of us will be left without any gratification for that week, I mean, beyond serving you, so can the female slaves ask one of the male slaves to service her, if she wasn’t picked that week?”
Master scrunched his face a bit. “Uh… no, I don’t think that will be a problem really.  If anything you guys are going to get sick of sex with me around.”
I doubted that very much.
“Yes Master.” Miranda put her paw down.
“Wait, Master…” Marisol interjected.
“Ug, what?”
“Since I’m the head slave, do I have to put out if one of the boys asks me?”
Master rolled his eyes.  “God you guys are making this so complicated.  Wait, since when are you the head slave?”
Marisol’s eyes widened. “Master! You said I would be in charge when you weren’t around!”
Master blinked. “I don’t recall that.”
Marisol almost exploded. “WHAT!? We’ve talked about it a DOZEN TIMes…” She trailed off as Master started chuckling.
“You’re right, I was only kidding.”
The mongoose was positively fuming. “You are a bastard do you know that!?”
Still chuckling, the unicorn turned to us. “Fine, Marisol doesn’t have to put out on demand for the male slaves, but, you guys can still ask her, and if she accepts, she’s obligated from that moment.  No squirming out of it.” He leaned over at her, giving her a stern look.
“Yes Master.” She blinked, a little cowed by the sudden authority in his voice.
Horace raised his paw.
Master rolled his eyes. “Horace, this better not be a question about you and Tyco using the girls.”
Horace smiled. “No Master.”
Master sighed. “Good, what’s your question?”
“Master, when we’re not serving you directly or doing our jobs that you assign us, how will we be spending our time?”
“You mean, what I allow in way of recreation?”
Horace nodded.
“Well, besides mandatory exercising, I may allow Cotton to delegate some of her chores around, cleaning or whatever, this is kind of a big place, I occupy the floor below this one as well, but beyond that, I don’t think I’ll be limiting your activities in that regards.  Everyone will get a small allowance from me, and you may spend that as you see fit, if you want to buy or download a book or a movie, you may spend your allowance on that.  There’s a media room you may use, and we’ve got a fast hypernet connection here, so you can grab stuff on demand.”
Horace blinked. “An… allowance? That… that sounds great… thank you. Thank you Master!  We… don’t need approval from you as to how we spend that money?” Horace smiled as he spoke.
Master shook his head. “No I don’t care how you spend it.  If you think for some reason it’s something I might have a problem with you ‘owning’ then ask.  You know the expression that it’s easier to ask forgiveness than it is to ask permission?  I promise you that is not the case when you’re a slave, so if you’re unsure, see me first.  Just use your judgment and everything will be okay.”
This was getting better by the minute. We were going to have leisure time?  And an allowance?
He paused again then turned to Marisol. “Anything I’ve forgotten?”
“You mean like the big big super important thing you were going to tell them?”
“No, I’m saving that for last. Oh! I remember.  Lying.  If any of you like being punished severely, there’s no faster way to achieve that than by lying.  I know the Institute told you that when you Master asks a question, you’re supposed to tell them what they want to hear.  The Master is always right, defer your will to him and all that.  That’s not how it’s going to work around here.  If I ask your opinion, that means I actually want to hear what you think. Remember, I know that you’re not a mindless puppet. Don’t defer your answer to my judgment, and don’t tell me what you think I want to hear. If there’s one thing I don’t like, it’s…”
“Black olives?” Marisol interrupted.
Master grabbed her and put her in a headlock against which her defense seemed to be giggling and struggling ineffectively.
“Besides being interrupted by my property, I don’t like yes furs. Tell me your opinion.  Otherwise I wouldn’t have asked.  And don’t embellish your answers to try and please me either.  I hope I’m clear on that point.”
We all nodded, watching Master and his mongoose’s antics, somewhere between amused and confused at the incredible leeway he was giving her.
“Now, pay attention boys and girls...” He put Marisol down and messed up her hair with his hand.  “Here's the important part.”  He sat down of the top step, and the mongoose knelt beside him, trying to fix her ‘do.  “Despair... is the most terrible emotion there is, and it has been your companion for some time now, some of you more than others.” He gestured to me. “But I want you to know that your lives have hope...  What I mean - is that you're not going to be my slaves for the rest of your lives.”  He paused to allow what he was saying sink in.
I wasn't quite sure what he meant... was he intending to sell us at some point… or… did I dare hope… free us?
The mongoose cocked her head up to her Master's ear and whispered to him, “I think you need to word that a little more carefully, you're confusing them.”
“Ah, you're probably right. What I mean is that, after a period of time, a few years, when you've worked for me for long enough, and paid back your purchase price... I intend to free you.”
We all collectively gasped and looked around at each other, but mostly stared at him.  Free us?  I was so full of emotion that I didn't know what I felt.
He nodded as he watched the range of emotions play across our faces. "It's important to have a goal to work towards, and knowing that there's something better waiting for you somewhere down the road does a lot for your long term sanity and even your health.  If I could I'd release you all right now, but as we demonstrated at the door, there are things that need to be accomplished before you're all ready to reintegrate into society.  Besides, I’ve got me some highly trained and beautiful women here who will obey my every command. I’d be remiss if I didn’t ah… take advantage." He chuckled.
I don't know about the others, but personally, I was so happy that I was trying not to cry.  Not only did this stallion promise to treat us well so long as we behaved, but he was apparently going to help up break our conditioning and set us free!  I couldn't have possibly been more lucky.  Just then though, an image of Aki popped into my head and I caught a colossal pang of guilt.
"I know this is a huge thing I’ve just told you, I’m sure you’re all gripped with emotion, but just take a few deep breaths and let Marisol discuss some of the particulars with you.  I'm going to get a drink."
The mongoose stood and bowed as Master got up and wandered into the kitchen.  I wanted to run over to him and hug him, or, really, go down on him.  I was so truly happy for the first time in over a year that I wanted to do something to thank him.  This wasn't being kind when I expected him to be cruel, and it wasn't treating us to a nice meal at a restaurant, he had given us real hope, and I don't think that there's any gift greater than that.
Marisol sat on the step below the one that Master had been sitting on and tapped something into her data pad for a second before addressing us. "Well, I'm sure you're all boiling over with emotion but just calm down and let me tell you just what myself and our Master have in mind. First off, maybe I should introduce myself. My name is Marisol obviously, and I'm a mongoose, NOT a ferret or a mink, as some people tend to think.  I am, like yourselves a slave to our Master, but I have seniority over you, so when Master's not around, I am in charge, and you’ll do well to remember that I’m a lot more strict that our Master is, and I’ll expect you to jump when I snap and to treat me with respect.  However, Master has treated me well, and you can expect the same from me as long as you respect my position then we won't have any trouble.”
“Now, Master has done this uh, work release program before, but this time we’re trying some new things, and it's largely because I assured him that it could be profitable.  Oh, I suppose I should mention if you haven't guessed, that I function as an accountant for most of Master's business dealings, I deal with everything from investments to contracts to taxes.  Now a lot of companies use slave labor, as slaves don't have unions and work for free, and once you take into account their purchase price, and room and board and other considerations, they're generally a lot cheaper than salaried or hourly employees, at least in the long run.  Basically, what we're going to do is set up dummy accounts for each of you, then pay your wages, depending on your skills, into that account.  As a slave, you're not allowed to own property, or money, but the money in that account will compile, I’m sure myself and Master will find good ways to invest it.  Basically you’ll be earning Master money, and he’ll be taking that money and investing it to make even more money.” The mongoose paused and chuckled a bit. “I know it sounds like a raw deal for you guys, but since, thanks in part to me, he’s so fiscally solvent, he’s able to free you much sooner than the 20 year statute the law sets. Once you have accrued enough money from your jobs, you will be given the option to buy your freedom from him.”  She chuckled. “Basically he gets to fuck you for a few years, and then walks away richer than when he started cause he’s been investing your money the whole time.” 
The mongoose went on for some time, talking about compounding this and that and interest and whatever, clearly she knew what she was talking about, I didn't quite follow all of it but I was still intensely interested. Master returned from the kitchen holding a 2-liter of something and stood quietly behind the prattling mongoose.
"... Oh and of course since the money really isn't being transferred to you, there's no tax to be paid on it."
"I'm sure they're all very impressed by how clever you are, Mari, but why don't you cut to the chase?"
She turned toward him, a little pouty looking.  "Fine.  Ladies, it has been taken into account that you will have both a day job and a... let's say, evening job, your 'wages' have been calculated accordingly. In other words, Master is actually compensating you for, uh… riding the pony, as it were.” She grinned and grabbed his ass, making him jump and spill some of his soda on his shirt.  “Basically you can each expect a good 5 years of service to our Master."
Five years... that wasn't too bad at all, especially with this stallion as my Master.
"Boys, since our Master informs me that he won't be taking advantage of your, 'Institute skills' all that often, at least not himself, and if you ask me, you're missing out..." He nudged her with his leg. "...your 'tenure' will be a little longer, since you'll only have one job. Plan to be around for seven years."
We all looked at each other, scarcely believing our collective luck.  We couldn't contain our grins. The two males looked at each other and nodded happily.
Master chimed in. "Now don't go and mark a date on your calendars.  I'll let you know when I've decided to free you, and experience has taught me that things change over time.  I may decide that it's best to free you right before the beginning of a certain fiscal quarter, or if something happens between now and then that drastically changes my financial plans, the date might slip, either in your favor or against it.  As much as I would like to be a charity, I'm no David Wolf, and I want to continue to have the money to buy more slaves in the future and work out similar deals with them, so your understanding will be appreciated if things don't work out down to the minute.  The important thing here is that you all now know that there is light at the end of this tunnel."
"Yeah," Marisol added. "It's just that the length of the tunnel is a little hard to gauge from where we are now."
I was numb with happiness.  I just knelt there, gazing up at my Master, wishing there was something I could to thank him for all the kindness he had shown so far.
 “Okay, enough Q and A tonight.  Let’s hit the hay.  You’ve all had a long and no doubt emotionally draining day, so I’ll show you to your sleeping quarters.”
“Yes Master.” We all spoke in unison.
I was kind of excited to see where we were going to be sleeping.  This stallion was so nice I bet the kennels had mats instead of straw.  Geeze, maybe they even had futons.  I chuckled inwardly.  That might be a bit much.  I just hoped that I could stretch out all the way.  I had to sleep in a fetal position in the little cage at the Institute.  Master led us back past the elevator to a hall that had a bunch of doors along the wall, and opened up the closest door to the hall.  We all filed in to see a small room, it almost looked like a bedroom by itself, like and efficiency apartment minus the kitchen and restroom.  There was a dresser and closet, and a queen sized bed.  There was even a window that showed the night skyline of the city.  We all got in the room and knelt, looking at each other curiously.  This couldn’t possibly be a slave’s room could it?  Once we were settled Master turned to us, speaking very nonchalantly.
“Okay, this is someone’s room, I don’t care who, all the rooms are identical except the two at the end of the hallway, they’re for they boys, as they only have a twin sized bed. Sorry boys, but you won’t be sharing your bed with anyone, and a twin is about half as expensive as a queen.  The rooms at the opposite end of the hallway are a lot larger, they’re guest bedrooms, and Marisol’s room is there next to them. Once you choose your room, it’s yours permanently.”
My heart was fluttering.  My own room?  My own bed?  I get to sleep on a bed?
Master continued.  “Now you’ll notice that these doors don’t have locks on them.  I have free access to all of you at all times, but the other slaves must get your permission to enter your room.  This room will be your little sanctuary while you’re in it, and it will afford you some measure of privacy. Anyone who barges in to another slaves room without being invited is going to get in serious trouble with me, so don’t forget that.  It’s your space, and I’ll even let you customize it a little if you want.  Posters or what have you.”
 I couldn’t stop staring at the bed.  My own bed.  Not a cage, not a mat, not a cot, but a big queen size bed with pillows and ruffly sheets.
“There’s a communal bathroom across the hall from the rooms, against the side of the elevators. I’m sure you can find it without any trouble.  I already have toiletries in there, toothbrushes and all that.  There are showers, and even a full sized bathtub, if you have time to use it. Now, everyone do your hygiene things then choose a room, and tomorrow morning, we’ll see how good Cotton is at preparing breakfast.” He patted her on the head.  “I’m sure you still have a lot of questions, just save them for tomorrow.  I know a lot of what I’ve told you tonight isn’t what you were prepared to hear, so take some time and absorb it.”
We all moved back into the hall and Master excused himself to the den, so we went into the bathroom. It was fairly large, tile everywhere, and thankfully, a clear separation between the bathing area and the toilets.  
I quickly peeled off my spantex outfit as it was quite tight, and hung it on a hook. Everyone else but Marisol undressed as well and folded their clothes or hung them neatly. Believe me, you only throw your clothes in a heap once at the Institute. After one fetish wear class I failed to put up my schoolgirl outfit and stockings properly, and not only did I get a stern lecture, but I also had to name my own punishment.  I always hated that. If you low balled your punishment, you’d get in even more trouble, so you always had to ask for a punishment that you knew was disproportionate to your offense.  I thought I was being clever by asking for laundry duty for a week, since that wouldn’t involve any real pain, and to my surprise they agreed, putting up all the fetish wear for all the classes. At first I thought I was getting off light, but the Institute came up with their own cruel twist, making me clean and iron the guards outfits, with my wrists hobbled to my nipple rings with six inch chains.  Ironing while being forced to bend over to the ironing table so low like that was at best uncomfortable, and by the end of the week, I was in so much pain from it that I was begging to be beaten instead of being made to iron one more outfit.  Eventually I collapsed and had to be sent to see the nurse for my back pains. 
We all scratched our fur out, commenting on how weird it felt being clothed, and Miranda walked over to the sinks to examine little bags with zippers on them on them, she picked one up, but before she opened it, she glanced in the mirror, dropping the bag with a start.
“Oh… oh my God… look at me…”  She said, entranced by her reflection.
I walked over to the mirror and looked at her in the mirror, expecting to see some kind of distorted reflection, but it was just her looking back. A bit confused, I took a step back and looked at my own reflection in the mirror next to that one, and widened my eyes as I failed to recognize the furr staring back at me.
“I… I’m…” I was at a loss for words.  “Beautiful… just… completely… I can’t even recognize myself.”  I stammered.  My body was so different than I remembered it, I had almost no fat on me now and I wasn’t prepared for how much that affected my face. I could see the scoop of my cheekbones, even under my fur, my neck was slimmer, and the skin under my chin was good and tight.
Marisol walked up in between us, grinning. “I got quite a shock when I saw myself for the first time after Master bought me.  How long has it been since you’ve seen yourself in a mirror?  Six months? Eight?”
I nodded absently. “At… at least.  We practiced grooming each other and then ourselves without mirrors… They said that most kennels or brothels don’t have them since it give uppity slaves something they can break and use as a weapon or to cut their bonds.” I said absently, studying myself. “I’m so thin… but, not in the bad way.  It makes my boobs look huge on my frame now.  My fur is so… luminous and silky looking… that crap they were feeding us must have just been vitamins and protein… God I look like a model, like a covergirl.” I tilted my head and stared at my eyes, finding myself aroused at the sexy pleasure slave staring back at me.  There was that dichotomy in me again, ‘Pandora’ knew that no male could be able to look at me and see a person, or even just a woman, all they would ever see me as now would be sex. A chesty pleasure slave wearing a collar, ready to be commanded. But the ambivalence was there too. The pleasure slave part of me was incredibly pleased about that. It would give her a chance to ply her trade, to serve, to be used.  And honestly, ‘Pandora’ was at least a little pleased with how she looked.  I had what every girl wanted… A perfect, beautiful body, as well as the discipline to maintain it.  If I wasn’t a slave I’d be able to walk into a room and command the attention of every male there.  But since I had this collar around my neck, when I walked into a room now, it would simply to be commanded.
Honestly I didn’t know if I was happy with how I looked or not.
Cotton and the two boys walked to the mirrors, studying themselves. Tyco had hardly any reaction, he just looked himself over and shrugged, but Horace was especially shocked by his appearance. 
Marisol stood there watching us with a smile on her stubby snout, then picked up the zipper bag from sink and opened it, revealing toothpaste and brushes and other toiletries in them.  
“Pick a bag and it’s yours.  Also…” She said, swinging open one of the mirrors, revealing a medicine cabinet behind it.  “…Master is a believer in supplements, there are vitamins and other goodies back here, stuff for your fur and hair and muscle tone and metabolism and what have you.  Oh, and these?” She picked up a bottle that had some tiny black pills in them. “These are great, I have no idea how they work, but one a week and you’ll never have bad breath again, not even morning mouth.”  She fumbled with another bottle, producing some orange and blue pills. “I’m sure you girls figured out that you were on birth control at the Institute, well the good new is that Master doesn’t have any pregnancy fetishes, so take these, one a month.  It will keep you safe if Master has you fuck a male of your own genus.  You might not need to worry about that too much Pandora, I can‘t tell what species of cat you are, some kind of nutty half breed?”
“I’m an Iriomote Cat, we’re a subspecies of leopard.  There are a number of cat species that we can interbreed with naturally.”
“Iriomote huh? Never heard of ya.”
I nodded. “That’s not surprising Marisol, there are only a few dozen of us on the whole planet.”
Marisol thought for a second. “I wonder if Master bought you to make Sebastian jealous.”
“Sebastian?”
She grinned and walked up to me, stroking my tummy fur. “You’ll meet him sooner or later. He’s another slave owner, a friend of Master’s.  Oh, and turn around.” She made a twirling motion with her paw.
I obediently turned and presented my back to her before I could even wonder why she wanted me to, then I felt her paw land hard on my ass, once on each cheek, then she grabbed my hair and pulled my head back till her snout was practically in my ear.  I knew I was being punished, though I didn’t know what for yet, so I didn’t dare offer any resistance beyond tensing slightly. She slid her other paw up my tummy till it gripped one of my breasts, squeezing and lifting it slightly harder than was comfortable.
“You will address me as Mistress Marisol Iriomote, I am your senior, and should I ever have to remind you of that fact again, I’ll make you regret it.”
I shuddered under her grip, chewing on my lower lip a little. “Yes Mistress Marisol, thank you for correcting me.”
She whispered in my ear, bouncing my breast in her paw as if she was testing it’s weight.  “I hope that you do make me remind you actually.” She nibbled on my neck a bit which made me tingly with arousal. “It’s nice having this power over someone, for the first time in as long as I can remember, there are furrs around me with a lower station. I’m going to enjoy being your mistress I think.” She smiled and patted my ass, then released me toward the sink. “All of you.” She turned to everyone else and looked them over.
Everyone bowed to her, assenting to her power over them.  She seemed to like that and dismissed us to our grooming with a wave.
We each took a bag and went about our business. Marisol undressed and started taking a shower, I divided my time between staring at my new beautiful face, and watching her in the mirror as I brushed my teeth.  She had a fantastic body. Myself and the others were in the best shape of our lives, but there’s only so much the Institute could do with us in a year.  They had stripped off everyone’s fat, but muscular development takes longer than that.  Obviously Master had continued to sculpt the mongoose to his tastes ever since her graduation.  She was lean like me but muscular at the same time, more so than I was. She looked like a gymnast, or an Olympic swimmer.  There were a lot of questions I wanted to ask her, like what Master was really like and how long she had been his slave and too many other things to enumerate in the time I had.  Eventually we all wound up in the showers, taking turns scrubbing each other’s backs.  Amazingly, Cotton seemed bashful and tried to hide behind one of the pillars that the showerheads were mounted on. We were quiet most of the time, lost in our own thoughts.  
Before any real conversation started, Marisol grabbed Tyco by the tail and pulled him out of the shower, still covered in suds.
“You know when Master’s not here, I’m the Mistress, right?” She growled up at him, a toothy smile on her face.
“Yes… Mistress, you’ve already made that abundantly clear.”
“Good.” She turned towards us. “Don’t mind us.  Mistress is going to play a little.”  She started stroking Tyco’s tigerhood with her paw.  She drew him close and started nibbling on his jaw.  Tyco looked over at us helplessly and remained still while she moved her paws over him.  We pretended to go back to showering, but were still watching them.  Slaves learn early on to pay attention and assess individuals with power over them. How she acted now would define our perception of her in the future.
She knelt down and took him in her mouth when he was mostly erect.  I noticed she had her tongue pierced, something I managed to avoid while at the Institute.  It was obvious from the moment Tyco’s cock disappeared into her mouth that she was Institute trained as well.  Tyco’s gasp told us that much at least.  Her tongue swirled around his shaft and she bottomed out on his not insignificant length with ease, squeezing the base of his cock with her lips.  Tyco hadn’t been ordered to participate, so he just stood there, clenching and unclenching his fists while Marisol’s mouth moved all over him.  I watched as she went at him for a few minutes. I knew I shouldn’t have been, I wasn’t learning anything new so it was only serving to make me aroused.  I couldn’t help get turned on from watching or even listening to a couple have sex nowadays.  Actually I was lucky to keep calm when I heard people so much as discussing sex.  
Tyco was obviously getting quite agitated,  then one of Marisol’s paws went in between her legs and her other one went up his thighs, a finger disappeared behind his balls. His mouth came open and his tail started lifting up slightly.  I didn’t know what being felated felt like, but I could identify with the sensation he was getting from her finger at the moment. If Tyco was anything like me, and from some comments he had made to me during the very brief times that we were together at the Institute indicated that he was, he was enjoying it rather a lot.
Marisol took her mouth off him for a moment.  “My my, so sensitive back here.  I knew you would be, you young Institute graduates always are. So vicious, the Institute, yet so effective.”
He was kneading the air now, panting openly. “Mistress, may I please come?”
Marisol stopped abruptly and looked up at him. “Already slave?  You’ve nowhere near the endurance of our Master.” She stood and leading him with a firm grasp on his hard cock, took him over to the sinks.  She leaned over one of them, her ass high in the air and looked at him in the mirror.  “Why don’t you take care of your Mistress and we can discuss your orgasm.”
Tyco nodded and dropped to all fours, and started licking delicately at Marisol’s pussy.  She rolled her head back and groaned, but after a minute she shook him off by waggling her hips at him.  “Oh no you don’t, I’m not letting you cool off.  Fuck me, now!”
Tyco sagged a bit, but stood and positioned himself behind her.  I moaned audibly as I saw her sex envelop his shaft to the hilt. Of course, Tyco’s reaction was a little more obvious than mine.  Miranda looked over at me with a lusty grin on her face.  Behind her, Horace was watching, and I saw that he was fully erect.  (And a pretty impressive erection it was.) I looked behind me and saw Cotton sitting down on the shower floor, facing away from them, washing her feet.  I shrugged and turned back to the two at the sink. By now poor Tyco actually had his tail in his mouth, and from the expression on his face, he was biting it rather hard, to keep his mind off the rippling pleasure he was no doubt experiencing inside Marisol.  She bucked back against him doing the majority of the work, Tyco slid forward only hard enough to keep from being knocked back.  I watched them, idly soaping myself as I did.  Marisol it seemed, has some impressive endurance, and by the time she seemed ready to come, Tyco’s whimpers were sounding truly piteous. Still it seemed he was able to hold out when the mongoose bucked back one more time, her head rolled back, and if the tension displayed in the rest of her body was any indication, Tyco’s cock was getting constricted like it was in a vice.  Marisol’s orgasm was more or less silent, aside from some strangled gasps from her, but eventually she collapsed on the sink, releasing Tyco from her velvet fist.  Tyco stood just behind her, trembling all over, obviously long past the point of needing any more stimulation to come, but was continually fighting for control. “May… may I please…”
Marisol straightened and turned to face him.  She kissed him on the lips and looked him in the eye for just a moment. “Goodnight Tyco.” She turned and walked briskly from the bathroom, grabbing her clothes off the bench by the door as she left. 
Tyco stood, slack jawed as she exited, both paws in fists, still trembling.  “F… >pant pant< FUCK!” He cried after the door closed. He fell onto his rump, panting waiting for the pleasure in his twitching cock to fade.  I had almost fallen over when Marisol left, but now I walked over to Tyco and knelt in between his spread legs.
“Would you like me to finish you, Tyco?  It would count as your turn for the week but…”
Still panting, he looked at me bleary eyed, thinking.  “Uh… no, I just need to rest for a second. >pant pant< Besides, what if she does it to me again tomorrow night? >pant< God I hope this isn’t a trend.”
“Yeah, but Tyco, what if she doesn’t?”
He looked at me a second, then I saw his cock jerk.  He gasped and closed his eyes, looking like he was about to loose it.  He nodded quickly and leaned his hips towards me.  I smiled and slid my middle finger straight up his tailhole.  His eyes and mouth flew open and his whole body jerked as he started coming all over his own belly.  He threw his head back and twitched, after his third good spurt, I lowered my head and clamped my mouth around his cock and sucked like the pro I was, tasting Marisol’s fresh arousal. Tyco tensed again and pumped 4 more shots in my mouth, which I swallowed with ease, all the while sliding my finger in and out of his tailhole. His ejaculations subsided, so I took his cock into my throat and slid my lips up and down at the very base of his cock prolonging his twitching orgasm for some time.  Eventually he stopped, panting heavily.
“Thanks Pandora.  >pant< God, that was terrific.”
I slid my finger out of him and slurped my mouth noisily off his prick.  “My pleasure.  Well, it was your pleasure, but you know what I mean.”
“Now I have to take care of you.”
“No that’s okay Tyco.”
“Pandora, Master said that I had to finish whoever got me off.”
“Oh, right. Well, what if I say you don’t have to? You can save it for another time?” I don’t know why I was giving him the offer, I was pretty horny actually.
“That’s not what Master said, I’m not going to start breaking or even bending the rules on my first night. Lean back.”
I nodded, not wanting to argue the point.  There was always a chance he could be listening in or even watching us. Even if there wasn’t, I had to respect my Master’s commands.  I didn’t want to disappoint him.  Plus, Tyco was going down on me, and as Miranda had said once, “Cunnilingus is God’s gift to women, especially when delivered by an Institute trained slave.”  I had to agree actually.  Tyco had me bucking my hips in only a few minutes and he dove his tongue in and out of my slit, then licking up and down it’s length, always running the full length of his tongue all the way up and then back down over my clit.  At one point, he caught one of his fangs on my clit ring, so that he could tug on it at the same time he explored my furrow with his rough tiger tongue. This combination of attacks produced the most noise from me, so he kept at it till I was laying flat on my back gripping a handful of his black hair in my paw, teetering on the edge of my climax.  He skillfully kept me hinging on release for over 5 minutes, taking his damn time, totally in control. I begged him to finish it more than once. Eventually he sat up from my nethers, my juice dripping from his chin and he looked at me. “You know, maybe I will wait and get you off some other time.”
I gasped, realizing that I wouldn’t be allowed to finish myself if he decided to quit now. “You bastard!” Miranda and Horace chuckled at me, even Cotton giggled a little bit. 
He smiled at me and licked his chops. “Oh all right.”  He leaned back down, and I watched him gently hook his fang back on my clit ring and lick me as deeply as he could.  I was suddenly caught by a shuddering orgasm making me arch my back and come all over his tongue.  I was in the throws of orgasm, spasming for a few seconds, when I felt his finger slip up my tailhole. This had the effect of redoubling my orgasm, and I bucked my hips into his mouth for another dozen seconds before I could breath normally again.
I lay flat on the tile panting, he eventually gave me one more good lick and pulled his finger out, crawling up my prone body to plant a wet kiss on my mouth.  I didn’t mind the taste of my own arousal, I had gotten over that particular hang-up a long time ago at the Institute.  I kissed him back and pulled myself up to him, lifting myself off the wet tile with a slurp, licking my juices off his face.  He eventually broke the kiss, and whispered in my ear. “I really want to fuck you.” 
I stroked his hair and smiled up at him. “Next week Tyco.” He sagged and looked a little frustrated, but pulled me off the floor. We got back in the shower and I helped him clean off his belly.  
“You need any help with that thing there, Horace?” Miranda licked her lips, looking at his erection.
Horace chuckled nervously. “Uh, no, I think I’ll be okay.  I should probably try and pace myself.”
Miranda shrugged and went back to washing herself, but she kept looking at the big recessed bathtub while I scrubbed Tyco’s fur.  “I want to take a hot bath.  I wonder if I have time. Master didn’t really set a curfew, did he?”
Horace agreed. “I could really use a soak myself.”
“Maybe we should ask Master before we start making any assumptions.” Cotton voiced quietly.
We all agreed that was the best course of action, so after we did our hygiene things, brushing our teeth and drying off and whatnot, we all headed out as a pack to find Master.  
Cotton was looking around nervously as we moved through the hall.  “Maybe we should just go to bed, I don’t think we should be wandering around without permission.”
 Before Cotton got the courage up to break from the group, we found Master. He was in the room beyond the big recessed area, sitting in front of a nice big computer display, typing what looked like an email or some other document.  The mouse was kneeling next to him, trembling slightly. His back was to us, but his ears twisted as we approached.  He kept typing as we knelt, sure that he was aware of us.  After a moment, he swiveled in his chair to face us.
“You guys not tired yet?”
We murmured various assentions, then Miranda raised her paw. Master nodded to her. “Um, Master, I was wondering… you didn’t set a curfew, I was wondering if I had time to take a hot bath.”
“Didn’t you just shower?”
“Yes Master, but, the only luxury we had at the Institute, I mean, the only thing we had to look forward to was at the end of the day, we were allowed to soak in a hot tub for a little while.  Sometimes it was the only thing that kept me going, knowing that it was waiting for me in the baths, and, well, I guess I’ve gotten used to that little indulgence.” We all nodded in agreement with the she-wolf.
Master nodded, looking thoughtful. “Well, I actually do have a hot tub.” All our ears perked up. Master stood and gestured out the window onto the balcony.  “It’s right outside, feel free to use it.” He looked at the clock. “Uh, maybe a curfew is a good idea, though. I’ll give you an hour, then everyone has to hit the hay, fair?”
“Yes Master, thank you!” We were all very happy to hear this, to be sure. Master started to turn back to his computer, but he stopped as Cotton raised her paw.
“Master? I… I wasn’t sure, so I thought I should ask, um, are we… when you’re not around and we’re in a group, are we allowed to talk?  ‘Cause… we weren’t at the Institute.”
Master tilted his head a little, then pointed at Cotton. “You know what? Fuck the Institute.  You’re all free to speak as you please when I’m not around.  Now go, relax.” He waved us off.
A little surprised at his harsh words, we all filed around the corner to a sliding glass door that lead out to the balcony.  I straggled behind a little and approached Master from behind. I thought I was being quiet but he spoke as I stood near him. “Yes Pandora?”
I leaned over and kissed him on the neck, under his ear. He turned about halfway and looked up at me.  God he’s handsome. I put my arms around his neck. “Thank you Master.  I know I’ve already said that a lot to you, and I know I’ll be saying it a lot more in the future, but I want you to know that I mean it every time.  We’re all very happy that you’ve chosen us as your slaves.”
Master put his hand on my arm and smiled as I continued.
“And… I hope you don’t think this sounds to seditious, but, I’ve wanted to say “fuck the Institute” every single day for the last year.” I looked at him, just a little bit nervously.  Slaves weren’t supposed to share opinions like that with their Masters.
He smiled, to my relief, and turned toward me.  I knelt between his legs as he faced me.  “I don’t like the Institute, probably not as much as you dislike it, but I don’t agree with their training methods in the least.  To them the ends justify the means, and the kind of abuse that they put you guys through, while it gets the job done, can have traumatic long term affects on the individuals that go through it.  The things they’ve taught you will be important for you to know as my slave, but your life with me will be infinitely better than it was with them, so long as you all remember who’s boss.”
“I can’t speak for the others Master, but I know I’ll always do my best to serve you.”
“That will make me very happy Pandora.” He stroked my hair for a moment, then a sad expression crept on to his face as he looked at me.
“Master, what’s the matter?”
“Pandora… I’m sorry… about before.”
I cocked my head. “Master?”
“At the door… the elevator I mean, when I told you that you were free.”
I winced a little at the memory of the near nervous breakdown I had less than an hour ago. “It’s… okay Master… you already apologized for that.  It’s a very odd feeling, to have my Master apologize to me.”
“I know I already did, but… if I had known that you tried to kill yourself at the Institute… I would have chosen someone else for that demonstration.  You’ve obviously been through a lot.”
I nodded, trying not think too hard about it. “Well, I guess it made for an effective show.”
He chuckled weakly.  “Yeah, it sure did… I didn’t think I’d start crying.”
“Don’t worry Master. It more than makes up for it to know that you actually care about our well being.”
“Really?”
“Really really.” I stood, careful to avoid his bobbing horn as he nodded.  I wanted to reach out and touch it and make sure it was really attached, but I knew that would be out of line. 
“In any case Pandora, I’m glad you didn’t go. Even if you could have marshaled the will to walk out the door, and even then somehow not run back to me in a few hours or even a few days, then I’d miss having you as my pet, as my plaything, as a slave… but what’s more, I’d miss getting to know you as Pandora.  I know that someone fresh from the Institute isn’t really themselves, you’re so wrapped up in rules and etiquette and you’re so afraid of me right now, afraid that some little thing will set me off and will land you in hot water for hours of torment, so you’re not really yourself. Because of what you’ve been through, you’re not who you used to be, you’ll never really be her again, but you’re not really who you are now, do you understand what I’m saying?”
I nodded. “I think so Master.”
“The real you is somewhere in between those two extremes. One of my favorite things about owning a slave is over time, seeing the layers of fear and docility peel away to reveal the real person underneath.”
“You mean, like with Marisol Master?”
He grinned an nodded. “Very much like Marisol, only not quite such a haughty bitch.” He said, chuckling. “But that’s too much for you yet. I don’t want to wean you guys too fast. If you’re unsure how to act around me, docile and slave-like is the safest bet, but don’t be afraid if I remind you that it’s not always necessary.”
I nodded quietly again. My new Master was giving me a lot to think about.
“And from what very little time I’ve spent with you, I think the person you’ve become, or rather, the person you will become, will be a very interesting individual. Someone who I can call not just slave, but friend.”
Friends with my Master? This stallion was nice, actually one of the nicest furrs I had ever met really, but, the training… all it did was taught me to fear those with power over me.  I reached up and timidly stroked the bridge of his snout. “I’d like that Master, very much I think.”
“Go join the others, we have plenty of time to get to know each other.”
“Yes Master, I look forward to it.” I scooched back far enough to bow low to him.
“Oh, before you do, why don’t you go into the kitchen and grab some bottled water out of the fridge for everyone. You’re liable to get thirsty sitting in that hot water.”
“Yes Master, that’s very thoughtful of you.” I stood and put my arms around his neck again and hugged him. He hugged back then shooed me off to the kitchen with a playful swat on the posterior.  
I don’t have much of an opinion when it comes to kitchens, but it was nice and clean and a lot more spacious than the one I used to have in my little apartment oh so long ago.  Actually it was about the size of my entire apartment.  I retrieved the drinks, thinking about what Master had just said, and met everyone out on the balcony.  In addition to a large spa, there was a good sized pool, it was so deep it must have extended to the floor below us, and there was a little waterfall on the corner of the deep end, giving the balcony a pleasant outdoorsy feel. I stepped into the hottub and handed out the drinks.  Most everyone was laying against the side of the tub, looking up at the stars.
“What’s up Panda, you look a little spaced.” Miranda said.
“Huh? Oh, Master just said some… very interesting things to me.” I said a little absently.
“Uh, interesting like… scary, or… what?” She said, a little concerned.
“No… it’s a little hard to explain… but I suddenly have a very good feeling about him as my Master.” I smiled, deciding that being a bit mysterious was easier (and more fun) than trying to explain what Master had said to me.
There was a long moment of silence while we all stewed in the hot water, everyone undoubtedly wondering what I was on about.  “So?” I cracked open the top of my drink.
Everyone looked at me.
“What do you guys think? Of Master, of… our situation?”
“I think we’re very lucky over all.” Cotton said quietly.
“I have to agree.” Miranda added.
“Yeah, really.  I mean, we’re getting an allowance? Jobs? Leisure time to ourselves and beds.” Horace enumerated our good fortune.
“I think it sucks that I can’t have another orgasm for a whole week.” Tyco pressed his bottle of water to his head.  “A whole week!  Shit, I can’t stop thinking about Marisol’s pussy. She had some moves with that thing.  And your mouth, Pandora.” He looked at me, obviously frustrated.
“I’m sorry Tyco.” I sat down next to him, enjoying the hot swirling water.  “Next week we’ll make it last for as long as you want, okay?”
“Yeah.” He said despondently. He sighed and turned to me putting his arm around me. “I’m sorry I’m being bummed out, but if this was the Institute, I’d have fucked 10 hot pussies already today.  Even if I could have only come a few times, it’d be better than just once.  Anyway, I look forward to it, Pandora.”
“Hey hey now, share the love a little.” Miranda slid on the other side of Tyco and wrapped her arms around him, pressing her breasts into his side. 
Tyco put his other arm around Miranda and looked a little pleased with himself.  “Well, maybe you girls can wrestle for the honor.  In jello.”
We both punched him in the sides and slid away from him, grinning.
He shrugged. “Okay, baby oil is fine – I’m not picky.”
“I think Master is very nice so far.” Cotton said quietly, sipping on her water. “He’s very big and kind of scary at times, but he’s very handsome and seems reasonable, I guess it’s too early to make a judgment call, but from what I can tell I think I’ll be happy here.” She looked up at us. “I was so scared I was going to be sold to a brothel, or to a mean Master…” Cotton hung her ears. “…like Aki was.”
Miranda and I sat quietly, pondering Aki’s fate.
“Who’s Aki?” Horace asked. “Was… was she that fox you guys were always with?”
Miranda nodded. “She was bought by some walrus that only seemed to want to hurt her.”
“Oh.” Horace hung his head. “I’m sorry to hear that. Maybe he only seemed that way at the Institute.  I heard at the Institute that some of the Masters act very differently in public that they do in private.”
I perked up a little. “Yeah, maybe that’s the case with that walrus.  Maybe she’s okay.”
We sat quietly for a moment, not really believing that, trying to dispel our fears for Aki.
“I for one am pleased to the point of relief at our situation.” Horace drank from his water.  “I mean, look at our situation, Master said that we’re not going to be punished at the drop of a hat, we can speak without being spoken to, we’ll have regular jobs during the day, and we’re going to get an allowance for entertainment?  And did you see that bed?” He was grinning broadly now.
“I know!” I exclaimed. “Personally I can’t wait to get into mine! God it looks so comfortable.  I was thinking we might get a kennel with a mat or something, but not a whole big bed like that!”
Miranda nodded.  “I know.  I hated sleeping in that cage at night.  All the sex and the humiliation and everything else we had to go through there, the fact that I had to sleep in a cage, like an animal - that was the worst part for me.  It made me feel so… ashamed to be me, you know? To have to crawl into it every night.  The bottom of the cage digging into my shoulders and side - I don’t think I slept at all for the first 3 days I was there.  The only way I could fall asleep was when I was totally exhausted.  It was bad enough being put through those classes, but when I was so tired that I couldn’t pay attention…” Miranda shook her head.
“I’m just happy that Master has no interest in boys.” Horace leaned against the side of the pool. “You guys wouldn’t believe how scared I was when he stopped in front of me at the Institute and told me to stand. I was just kneeling in the room praying and praying that a male Master didn’t buy me, then this huge stallion tells me to stand?  I almost died, I mean, I honestly think my heart stopped for a beat or two, but… but then he started asking me all about my computer skills, all the programming languages I knew, he didn’t seem to care that I was a pleasure slave at all.  I felt like I was on a job interview.” He chuckled a little in that high pitched way that hyenas did. “A naked interview.”
We all giggled a bit, then Horace stopped suddenly, looking glum. 
Cotton patted him on the shoulder gently.  “I guess you don’t like boys either?”
“I… did what I had to in order to survive the Institute, I mean, we all did, but…” Horace shook his head. “I guess I have to admit… there were certain things I had to do while I was there that… you know, felt good, when I was learning how to please other… males, but… well, I got punished a lot of times for not being able to become erect in order to participate in the classes.  Them punishing me never helped me with that inability of mine… it just meant that I got punished a lot.  They didn’t care that I don’t find men the least bit arousing.”
We nodded, knowing what it was like being set up for punishment like that.
“After a while they stopped punishing me, and they strapped me to this machine that… well, it stimulated, you know, my tail hole… with, you know, various, ah, implements.  They left me tied to it for days at a time.  Days.  Every time I’d think it was over, that they’d come to release me, it would just turn out to be an orderly come to feed me a bowl of slop or give me a drink.  Eventually I would get an erection and even be able to come just from that danged machine.  Afterwards they put me back in class, and I was able to get an erection from the barest hint of stimulation back there. Actually, if I get tied up at all I get a raging erection now.” He shook his head.  “I guess considering my situation, that was a good thing.”
“How about you Tyco, you never seemed to have any problems working with other males.” I looked at him, kind of already knowing what he was going to say.
“Yeah, I kind of dabbled with other guys in college at first, and again in the Navy.”
I blinked. “Wow, you were in the Navy?”
He nodded.  “Sure was. You’re looking at Engineer First Class Corporal Tyco Weiss here.” He saluted, splashing Miranda in the process.  “Anyway, there were some long stretches where we were without any females in sight.” He shrugged. “It didn’t bother me, the things they put us guys through at the Institute.  I still prefer hot pussy to hot ass though.” He splashed some water on me. I grinned and splashed him back. “Although I actually prefer sucking cock to eating hoochie. Cocks are these very straightforward things, pussies are these mysterious folds of skin and there’s an outside and an inside and a sideside and there’s G-spots and L-spots and Q-spots.”
I slapped his arm. “An L-spot?  What are you talking about?” Everyone chuckled a little. 
“Well, you know what I mean.”
“Maybe you like it better cause you can relate to what you’re doing on another guy.” Cotton suggested softly.
“Yeah, probably.  That and it’s really easy to tell when you’ve finished with a guy.  Some women all you have to go on is the noise they make.  Most women actually.” 
“Ahem.” Horace interrupted. “Anyway, I’m pleased with our situation, thus far. What about you Miranda?”
Miranda got quiet, and sipped on her drink. “I… I’m really happy that I’m not alone, that there are other slaves here.  My biggest fear was that I’d be sold to someone who only had me for companionship, that I’d spend all my days pining for company other than that of my Master.  Other peers that I could talk to.”
I nodded. “You know, I was just so worried that I’d get a mean Master I hadn’t even thought about that.  Of course, Master says that he’s a big pervert, so maybe he’ll spend all his time tying us up and spanking us or something.”
“Come on Pandora, that wouldn’t be SO bad now would it?” Miranda teased.
I laughed. “I dunno.  I never liked being spanked all that much.  There was that one class though.  Being spanked until you came.  I never in my life thought that was even possible.”
“I didn’t like that class at all.” Cotton hung her head. “I think they should have only put us in that class if we had been bad.”
Horace reached over and patted the bunny on her shoulder.  She leaned over until Horace’s arm was around her, shoulders drawn in and ears down.
Miranda shrugged. “I didn’t mind that class at all. It was one of the few classes that the encouraged you to orgasm in.  Hell, they required it.”
“Hey, what about that dinner?” Tyco asked.  We all made happy yummy sounds in response. 
“I think that was the best meal I’ve ever eaten.” Horace said. “I didn’t really take care of myself, diet wise, before the Institute.  It was all pizzas and junk food for me.  Actually, I lost about 40 kilos while I was there.” 
“Really?” I eyed him.
“Yeah, you guys wouldn’t even recognize me if you saw an old picture of me.  I used to be this big fat… computer geek. That’s why I didn’t recognize myself in the mirror in the bathroom.  I could see my jaw under my fur, my cheekbones… I used to be just so… round.  Now I’m… buff!” He grinned and flexed his arm.
“I think you’re very handsome now Horace.” Cotton stroked his chest. “It was very generous of Master to buy us that meal.” Cotton said.  “It was very nice.”
Miranda sank into the water and swam across the hottub to Cotton and put her arms around her. “I just hope that you can learn to cook that good.”
“Wow could you imagine eating that good every night?” Horace’s face lit up.
I think Cotton blushed, she looked pretty warm so it was hard to tell. “I don’t know if I’ll ever be that good, but I’ll try. I don’t want to let anyone down.”
We sat for a while, quietly sipping our waters.
“This is really nice.  Sitting here and being allowed to talk, with the cool city breeze.”  I said lazily.
“It seems like such a little thing, being allowed to talk.” Tyco said, looking a little down. 
I scooched over to him and put my paw on his leg underwater. 
“I hate being a slave so much. Not having to have sex on command, or the servitude… I don’t care about that… I actually kind of like it to be honest, it’s the psychological abuse I can’t take.  I was a corporal in the Navy at one point and now… I have to get permission to look someone in the eye, to talk, I have to rely on my Master for everything, even an allowance. I feel like I’m a child again.”
We all knew how he felt. Having our independence and self reliance stripped from us.
He looked up.  “Of course… it’s… kind of like being in the Navy.  Being a slave I mean. During boot camp they spend six weeks stripping you of your individuality, of anything that makes you unique so that you’ll work as a team better.  And you can’t really talk out of turn there either, unless you’re at ease or your CO isn’t around.” He shrugged. “I guess, actually it’s really very similar.  But in the Navy, you still had your pride, you were rewarded for… whatever, marksmanship or being good at hand to hand combat.  The last thing a slave is supposed to have is ego or pride. Obedience is all that matters.  I dunno, maybe it won’t be so bad.  The things that Master was talking about, having pride in being a slave, being so skilled at what we do.  Maybe it won’t be so bad here.” He trailed off a bit.
“I’ve never seen you act defiant at all.” I told him.
“No, I guess being in the Navy helped a lot with that.  I guess I’m used to obeying. It doesn’t mean that I was planning on making a career out of Navy life.”
“How did you… you know, wind up as a slave Tyco?” I had always wondered it, so it seemed like a good time to ask.
He grinned.  “I was just as stupid as you can be… My squad was out on maneuvers and we stopped over at a base in Danali…”
“Where?” Miranda asked.
“It’s an island country out in the Eclavian Ocean.  Small place but of some strategic importance.  Famous for sugar cane, sapphires and very hospitable native girls.” He grinned.
“Native girls?” I tilted my head at him.
“Well, I don’t mean grass skirts and that sort of thing, it’s a very modern place, but their culture is… well, women are the aggressors there.  I guess they’re raised that way.  Anyway I was at a club near the base and I hooked up with this fine ass ocelot gal, and well, when my ship pulled out, I was back at her place taggin’ me some native tail. It was kind of an honest mistake, but there wasn’t another ship coming by there for a month, and the command staff took it as going AWOL.  In this government’s Navy, if you do that then they’re through with you. Instead of court martial and getting thrown in the brig, they ‘recoup their losses,’ meaning the time and effort spent on training and housing me. Feh. So I got sold.” He shrugged.  “I guess it was a fairly easy transition. Instead of boot camp all over again, it was booty camp.” He chuckled.
I grinned and sat next to him. “So why do you hate being a slave if it’s so much like the Navy?”
“Normally I don’t, it really doesn’t bother me at all, I actually like serving… I never really realized it until the Institute, but every once in a while, I just get the urge to do something that would totally be out of line for my position, like go on a bender or just go out and be irresponsible for a weekend, work hard play hard you know? And, it’s not like a slave can be promoted.”
“At least Master said he was going to free us.” Cotton said.
“That’s true.  And for that I’m grateful.” He nodded.
Miranda sank down into the middle of the pool, her nose just above the water level. “I’m getting tired.  This has been a very stressful day, and that big meal…” She trailed off.
We all nodded, the conversation died at that point, so we sat and stewed in the spa, zoning out and staring at the city skyline.
“I’m tired too.” Cotton said lazily. “I think I’m going to go see if that bed is as comfortable as it looks.”
Horace petted her and she got up.  “I think I’ll do the same.  God just think this will be the first time in a year that any of us will get to sleep in a real bed with a pillow and sheets and everything.”
We watched the two towel off and go inside.  I spoke up after a moment.  “You know, come to think of it, I slept on a bed about 3 months ago.”
Miranda perked up a bit. “What? How did you manage that?”
“It was one of those balls where the Institute entertains perspective clients and one of the guests took me to a private room for some fun… well, after he was all fucked out, I asked if I could sleep with him on the bed, and he agreed.” I shrugged.
“Wow, that was pretty ballsy.” Tyco said.
I nodded.   “Yeah, he seemed… he seemed sorry for me, the way he spoke to me, it wasn’t mean and forceful, it was more like he was asking my permission every time he gave me an order, you know?  I wouldn’t have asked otherwise.”
“You lucky little bitch.” Miranda shook her head. 
I laughed softly. “Actually he stole all the covers and rolled around so much that I just took a pillow and slept on the floor after about an hour.  Still, it was nice while I had a sliver of mattress to myself.”
We all chuckled, having shared beds in our lives previous to the Institute with bed hogs.  
Miranda zoned out in the hot water shortly and went it, and then Tyco went in, I watched him kowtow in Master’s direction through the steamed up window. They seemed to have a brief conversation, then the tiger slave kowtowed to him again and saunter off to bed.
I sat in the hot tub by myself, kneeling in the middle of the pool, submerged up to my nose.  I stayed till I started falling asleep, nodding off in the warm water.  I accidentally let my nose dip below the water just as I inhaled, causing me to cough and choke just a little bit.  Reflexively I jerked and stood up out of the water, suddenly panicking and desperately clawed my way towards the edge of the pool.  I had to get out of the water – it was my only thought.  I tore toward the edge, paddling with large sweeping strokes to try and get out of the water faster, splashing water everywhere till I made it, kneeling on the submerged bench at the edge of the pool. I laid halfway out of the pool coughing and shivering.  
I was scared.  Why did I panic like that?  It had only been a tiny bit of water.  I flinched and remembered that night… the punishment that made me try and take my life…
Great… on top of everything else the Institute did to me, now I’m hydrophobic as well.
Just then I heard the glass door slide open and a loud clopping as Master stepped out onto the balcony.  I stood up in the water.  Should I kneel? I was waist deep in water.  Mater was looking at me funny.
“Are… you okay Pandora? What were you doing?”
How to explain why I was laying halfway out of the pool… “Uh… I just… had to get out of the pool suddenly.”
He crooked his head at me. “Cats and water, eh?”
“Uh, something like that Master.” I crawled out of the pool and grabbed a towel off the patio table and tried to dry off while kneeling. “Is it time to come in Master?”
“Yeah, we’ve got a fairly full day tomorrow, I’d like you to get to bed now.”
“Yes Master.  Um, maybe it would be a good idea if there was a clock out here so that you didn’t have to remind us?”
“Probably so. Well, I have some errands to run tomorrow, maybe I’ll get one.”  
I finished toweling off and looked at the wet towel.
“Leave it out here. It’s Cotton’s job to make sure the towels are fresh out here now.”
I folded the towel and put it over the end of a chair. “I hope she knows that.”
He chuckled and extended his hand to me. “She will.”  He paused, seeing my expression.  “When I say “She will” I mean I’ll tell her, and not let her find out by punishing her for not doing it even though I haven’t told her.  I don’t work like that, I don’t find excuses to punish my slaves.”
I nodded and took his hand and let him lead me inside.  “That’s very good to know Master.”  
“Goodnight Pandora.  I hope you’ll have a good night of sleep.”
“I’m sure I will Master. My bed looks very comfortable.” I bowed to him and stood up into his palm. He stroked my hair then shooed me and returned to his chair in front of his computer.  I walked back past the elevators and turned and watched him for a moment.   I shouldn’t have lingered, but I wanted to study him for a while.  I couldn’t see what he was doing on the computer, but he would type a bit, then take a drink of something, then reach down and pet the mouse, sometimes offering her a nibble of some crumbly looking cake he had sitting next to the keyboard.  Eventually he cocked his head a little and called out. “Go to bed Pandora!”
I squeaked. “Yes Master.” And dashed back to the hall with the rooms.  How did he know I was there?  I wasn’t making any sound at all, there’s no way he could have known I was watching him.  Jeeze I hope I wasn’t in trouble now.
I went back in the hall, 3 of the doors were still slightly open, I guess the other rooms were taken already.  I shrugged. Master said that they were all the same, so I just took the one he had shown us, right across from the bathrooms.  I stepped inside off the hardwood floor in the hall into the same plush carpeting that had been in the ballroom area we had kneeled in earlier.  I slid the door shut and turned on the light, watching the ceiling fan slowly spin up.
Wow. This is my room.
I made little footpaw-fists in the carpeting and looked around.  There wasn’t much to the room, just the closet and the dresser and the bed.  I walked over to the window and slid it open just a crack, letting the fresh air in. Well, fresh in the urban sense of the word.  I walked over to the bed and just stared at it.
God it looks so comfortable.
I gingerly poked at it, as though I was trying to convince myself it was really there.  It was so soft I couldn’t believe it.  I rubbed my paw over it, smoothing the already smooth comforter and feeling how spongy it was.
This is going to be the best night of sleep of my life.
I pulled back the comforter about halfway, grinning inanely as I did. I poked the mattress again.
Pillowtop! 
I squealed.  I backed up a few steps and looked around even though I was alone in the room, then ran and leapt onto the bed, landing on my paws and knees and bounced a few times giggling the whole while.  I was already nude so I grabbed the covers and slid under them and wrapped them around me, burrowing into them like a mole, until only the tip of my snout poked out underneath. 
God what decadent comfort! I started trying to go asleep, but I couldn’t help but roll around on my big mattress enjoying the soft fluffy padding and the nice cool sheets.  I knew I was acting silly, but I was allowed some indulgence after how crappy my life had been for the last year.  
I lay there, suddenly realizing I was really horny.  Tyco was right, if we had been at the Institute today, we’d have sucked off a pawful of guards and fucked instructors and slaves half a dozen times.  I lay in my bed with my paws above the sheets to prevent any temptation of stroking myself, thinking about Master.  I wondered if it was normal to feel such a strong attachment to one’s master so soon after being sold… I wanted to please him and serve him, to repay him for his kindness… 
Suddenly a small part of my psyche argued about the validity of his so called ‘kindness.’  He was making me kneel whenever he entered a room, to potentially go nude in public, to wear a collar, to be used by guests as entertainment…  But, he was much kinder than I had been trained to believe that my master would be… I lay there under my sheets, squirming a little, trying to keep my paws away from my tingling pussy, wondering if the Institute treated us so poorly simply to make us appreciate our masters that much more once we were sold…
It didn’t hurt that he was handsome, big… very big, strong… sitting in front of that computer in his tight T-shirt…  I wanted to just… bite him.  Start nibbling on his ear till he tackled me and fucked me senseless.  I wondered if he’s an athlete, or if he used to be.  I wished he was here right now, fucking me, or even… I wish I could just kneel in front of him and slowly felate him.  
I know to a non-slave that might sound pretty pathetic, but the Institute had done their job well in my training.  The first few weeks… they strapped us to chairs and hooked all these sensors up to us and made us watch all kinds of porn. Everything from instructional videos, how to locate the G-spot, et cetera, to just hours of fucking. Masters commanding slaves. Perfectly obedient slaves. I was shocked on more than one occasion when a master told a slave to do something particularly debasing or even self destructive, and she’d hop to obey. And the whole time we’d sit in those chairs, feeling painfully horny. Something chemical or electrical they were feeding to us through the sensors or the chair, and there was nothing we could do about it but watch and feel horny, at first worrying that we’d wind up just like the slaves in the pornos, and after hours and hours of watching helplessly, eventually we started wishing that it was us in those pornos, at least we’d be getting relief.
Then they would ask us if we wanted just that, to participate. We all eventually agreed. Some of us only took a few hours to break, some took a few days, but eventually we were begging for sex.  What came next was… a bit disconcerting. The moved us to different chairs, ones with attachments at the tops that fit over our heads.  Sensory override devices they called them.  They could input sensations directly into our minds with them.  They’d strap us down and flip a switch, and suddenly we’d be in one of the pornos they had shown us. By that time we recognized the settings, the ‘actors’ everything. Only now, we were one of the actors, and we did what they did in the pornos.  We couldn’t control our bodies because our bodies weren’t really even involved, it was all just sensation in our minds. They simply input the sensation of us walking towards the other actor, and we would just feel like we were doing it, there was no way to resist. No matter how we struggled in the chairs, our minds still felt us kneeling, taking cocks into our mouths, tasting the come as it splurted… and we were rewarded with mind shattering orgasms, followed only by more intense horniness, and more sex. Masters telling us to obey, and we’d do it with no way to resist.  It eventually became second, or even first nature. We were told to do something, and we’d do it, automatically, no thought, just puppet like obedience.  It was interesting though, recognizing the setting from the video, as soon as I did I’d know exactly what I was in for. I experienced eating my first pussy and had my first anal experience in those artificial realities.  Sometimes, though, the trainer would play a BDSM video… I’d suddenly find myself standing in front of a bondage frame, and recognize the scene from a video where a slave got whipped… and there’d be nothing at all I could do to prevent myself from feeling my paws strapping myself to it, and then hear my voice beg for punishment.  It was just played back sensation, if the actress who’s role I had taken didn’t beg for mercy, then I couldn’t either.  It was… maddeningly frustrating, but the drugs they were putting in me kept me from going over the edge.
After what felt like several days of this, they started showing me new porn, new… scenarios, stuff I hadn’t initially seen in the first set of chairs, but it was the same thing, masters commanding, and me obeying. 
There was a point during the new set of videos… of artificially induced realities that I suspected that I was in control of my virtual body, that it wasn’t input but me actually doing those things, or at least, me thinking that I’d be doing the things that I was commanded to do, and the chair feeding that sensation back into my mind, like and ultra vivid daydream. Unfortunately, I couldn’t test that theory by disobeying… I couldn’t remember how to disobey. Eventually, and when I say eventually, I mean over a period of time that felt like more than a week, they let us out of the chairs and tested us, commanding us to do all manner of things, and we did them, without hesitation.
You may wonder how it came to pass that anyone there ever got punished for anything.  That initial conditioning was really designed as a jump start so that the could cram in more traditional brainwashing and training.  The problem with those machines, the way it worked, afterwards we couldn’t do anything of our own volition. We had to be told to eat and use the bathroom and everything else. A few days and some quality pharmaceuticals later and we were a bit more independent, as well as a bit more willful than just a limp puppet, but our ability to resist them had diminished exponentially.  Still, it crammed several months of pre-conditioning into several… days? Weeks? We never knew how long we were in those chairs.  That’s when the real, paws-on training started.
I wonder if that could explain what happened to the mouse?  Maybe someone had put her through one too many sessions in the sensory override chairs… or maybe she wasn’t able to recover from them… but… that didn’t explain her scars and her trembling.
I tried to put it all out of my mind and returned to thinking about my Master, trying to come up with some questions to ask him, should he permit me to.  It was only a partial distraction from the arousal I was feeling.  Eventually I calmed down a bit and got out of the bed to turn off the light.  There was a lot of light pollution filtering in from the city below, but I decided not to close the blinds.  The room was swathed in a pleasant bluish white glow and it wasn’t so bright that I wouldn’t be able to go to sleep.
I slipped back into bed, relishing the comfort of it and wrapping the sheets around me.  I melted into the mattress and sighed contentedly, playing with my smooth new collar wondering what my life would be like in the care of my handsome stallion. I was halfway to sleep when there was a gentle knock on my door.
I sat up in my bed, shaking my head a little.  “Come in?”
The door slid open and Master entered my room.  I immediately curled up into a kowtow on my mattress, waiting for a command.  Why was he here? Was I in trouble for lingering after he dismissed me? For not kneeling when I was standing in the hottub?
He sat down on the bed, smiling at me. He gently stroked my hair, and lifted my chin.
“Don’t be afraid Honeyfur, I’m just here to tuck you in.  I wanted to see if you needed anything before you went to bed.”
“Oh.” I laid down and Master pulled the sheets up over me. “You’ve been so kind and generous so far, I can’t think of anything I need.  I just want some opportunities to serve you, to please you in any way I can.  To thank you for your kindness Master.”  I blushed a little at calling him Master.  It felt oddly good to say it as he leaned over me.  He kissed me on the forehead and stood up.
“You’ll have plenty of opportunities starting very soon Honeyfur.  Goodnight.”
“Goodnight Master.”
He walked to the door, when he was about halfway to it a thought jumped to the front of my mind.
“Master?” There was one thing I had to do before I went to bed.
“Yes Pandora?” He turned toward me.
I slipped out of bed and walked over to him, feeling small and vulnerable standing in front of his huge frame.  He regarded me curiously as I stood there.  I took a breath then kneeled, then dropped my head into a kowtow, laying my forehead firmly on the floor.
“Th… Thank you for choosing me as your slave, Master.  My body and will are yours, your desires come before mine, I will devote myself to pleasing and obeying you so long as you own me.”  
As soon as the words escaped my lips, I felt a sudden relief, an escape of tension that I hadn’t been aware of.  I smiled slightly.  I’m sure it had been some kind of trigger that had been programmed in me.  I was his now.  It was more than a piece of paper that said he owned me, more than a collar that could never be removed. 
I belonged to him.  
The very idea of it made me happy and gave me a warm tingly feeling behind my ears.  I knew this feeling was artificial, but… I’d worry about that later.  Right now, I didn’t care.  I sat up, still kneeling and looked at his face. My master’s face.  My… Master.  Every time I thought the word it made me feel good, this… pleasurable emotional trembling in my mind somewhere.  I knew I would be content to kneel like this in front of him forever, but he gestured for me to stand.  Of course, I was content to obey as well. He brushed my bangs out of the way then hugged me.  I was so happy to be folded in his arms once more.
“Thank you for giving yourself to me Pandora.”
“I meant every word of it Master. I’m so happy that you bought me.” I put my arms around him and hugged him back.  I could barely get my arms around his waist, I reached a little harder, squishing my breasts against him and managed to touch my fingers together behind him.  He eventually broke the hug and bent over, putting one arm behind my knees and he lifted me like I weighed nothing at all, carrying me back to my bed.  I put my arms around his thick neck and nuzzled him as he carried me.  He laid me down on the pillowy mattress and I stroked his snout as he began to straighten.  
“Master… please stay a while.  I’d like it very much if you did.  I feel like I haven’t done anything to thank you for your kindness and… truth be told… I’ve been horny ever since I saw  you in the dealers room… It’s probably the conditioning, but it certainly doesn’t hurt that you’re so handsome…” I stopped talking, Master was looking down at me curiously, I couldn’t read his expression.  He slid his arms out from under me and stood, I thought he was going to go, but he smiled slightly and grabbed the bottom of his shirt and pulled it over his head.  
“Such a beautiful little kitten-slave, asking for the company of her Master?  What a cad I’d be if I refused.” He grinned, tossing his shirt aside.
I smiled, knowing this would be my first ‘practical test’ of my Institute skills, and at the same time marveling at my Master’s physique.  His torso was just rippling with muscle; his super short fur doing nothing to hide every striation or vein.  He reminded me of a racehorse, thundering down the track in those slow motion shots they use in movies all the time, flanks rippling with each gallop.  Sure I’d seen bodybuilders on TV that were bigger than him, but he was right there, in arms reach… I extended my paw and began stroking his abdomen, feeling the muscles under his short fur.  There was something immediately arousing about feeling his hard, chiseled physique, running it under my paws.  I sat up in bed, and stroked my hands all over his chest, especially under his pecs, where there were rippling muscles on top of his ribs.  He sighed contentedly and watched me stroke him.  I pressed my cheek to his abs and stroked his torso a bit more, secretly looking for a ticklish spot, but my fingers eventually reached his waistband, so I moved to unbuckle his belt.  My senses were alive, taking in everything at once, the sound of his breathing, slow and even, and I caught his scent for the first time with my head pressed to him.  It’s always hard to describe someone’s scent, you just know it when you smell it, like when you borrow their jacket or lay down on their bed.  It wasn’t musky really… it was a little smoky and kind of, well, just masculine somehow.  I felt more than a little arousal, I knew that would happen every time I caught his scent from now on.  I got his belt off and unzipped his pants, when I pulled them down I saw his underwear… 
A girlfriend once told me that you could judge a man by the kind of underwear he wore, I never put much credence in those pop culture personality tests like she did, but I couldn’t help but think of her when I saw what Master was wearing.  Bright fire engine red silk boxer shorts covered in foil-gold tiger stripes. Before I could control myself, I burst out laughing.  Horrified at my behavior, I clapped both paws over my snout and looked up at Master.  
Oh my God, I just laughed -at- my Master!
I was so scared that the fur on my back was starting to go up on end, but he didn’t look mad at all, actually he looked playfully hurt.
“You don’t like my underwear?” He chuckled.
He didn’t act offended, still an apology was in order.  “Master, I’m so sorry I laughed at your boxer shorts… They’re just so…” There was no way I could finish that sentence without getting myself in trouble.
Master arched an eyebrow. “Yes?”
Oh boy… I was going to say “Gaudy” but they had taught us how to act tactful at the Institute, so I tried to tone it down. “They’re just so… loud.”
“They’re supposed to be.  I figure, if I’m ever gonna get pantsed in public, I’m gonna make it memorable.”
I laughed and pushed down his pants, exposing the full length of his vibrant shorts.  I moved my paws back up to the waistband of his boxers and slipped my fingers under them.  Taking my eyes off of his, I slid them down.  
At the Institute, I’d been with every genus from field mice to rhinos and pachyderms, as well as a few minotaurs and stallions, so I had a good idea of what I was in for.  Still there was that expectation of seeing my Master exposed to me for the first time. My Kabazza training ensured that I could handle almost anything, even abnormally large males.  Even a wolf’s knot was fairly easy these days.  I breathed a sigh of relief when I saw his full stallionhood.  He was big, that’s for sure, he was hung like a horse after all, you could even consider him well hung for an individual of his impressive stature, but it seemed he didn’t have what some of the girls at the Institute called a ‘cunt buster.’  Length wise it was still going to be a challenge to take him all inside me, but the girth I felt I could handle.  Still, you gotta tell the males what they like to hear.
 “Oh Master… your cock… it’s beautiful… this will be a bit of a challenge for me.  I don’t know if it will all fit in my little cunny.”  I bent over and kissed it, then began running my tongue down its length. 
“Don’t worry Pandora, you’ll grow accustom to me quickly enough.”
I kissed his stomach, then lower, and then just above his cock.  I looked closely right where I had kissed, there was something written.  A furtoo, like a tattoo, only this changed the color of the hair at the follicle. Small words that said “Your nose here.”  I giggled and nuzzled him there, he grinned down at me as I did. I kissed down the top of his cock, cradling it in my paws as I went. 
Before I took it in my mouth, I paused for a moment, looking at it.  I was horny.  I was really horny.  My nipples were like pebbles and my clit was hard and buzzing with pleasure, my pussy was so wet that I could smell myself and he hadn’t even touched me yet.  Here I was, about to pleasure my Master for the first time and my body was trying to tell me that I loved it.  And I did.  I was excited about sucking my Master’s cock, eager to show him that I was a good purchase, and I was trembling at the thought of having him inside me.  I wanted to fuck him so badly.  Just like the Institute had trained me.  Realizing that at least part of what I was feeling was artificial did nothing to take the edge off.  Fuck ‘em. I decided to enjoy myself and do my best job and be mad at the Institute later.
I dipped my head down and took his tip in my mouth, even mostly flaccid, I could barely get my fingers all the way around it.  Using the suction from my mouth, I pulled him in till he filled my mouth, and started licking underneath his head with my rough tongue.  Master shifted, kicking his pants the rest of the way to the floor. I looked up at him as I began bobbing my lips on his cock. He has a slight smile on his face and a clam look in his eyes.  I closed my eyes as I filled my mouth completely with him.  I wasn’t sure if I could actually deepthroat him, he was so… well, girthy.  He was mostly hard now, so I took my paws off his cock and rested them on his thighs as I tried to push him deeper into my throat.  I opened up like I had learned and sure enough I was able to take him in slowly.  I wiggled my head back and forth along his cock as I went, something that produced some pleasured noises from him.  I smiled, happy that I was pleasing him, but quickly returned to my task.  I had to lift my mouth off of him to take a breath, but took him back inside and worked myself deeper on him.  I spent a few minutes getting my mouth acquainted with his cock, and I surprised myself by getting nearly two thirds of it down my throat.  
“Play with yourself Pandora.” Master put his hand on my head and held it in place while he slid his cock in and out of my face.  He seemed quite aware of when I needed to take a breath, I never had to push away from him.   I tickled my breasts a little and slid one paw in between my legs.  I tickled my clit, stroking it gently, sending shivers up my spine, then pushed my finger through the clit ring that the Institute had endowed me with, so I was able to rub my clit and tug on the ring, as well as tickle the super sensitive parts just inside my netherlips at the same time.  Master had a lot of patience, that is, we spent quite in that position, I didn’t mind with my paw wiggling in between my legs.  Eventually Master pulled out of my throat with a slurp. 
“Lay on your back.”
I nodded and flopped down on the mattress while Master crawled on top of me.  As he climbed up the mattress at me I got an erotic sense of helplessness and submission, his large body looming over mine.  I sank my head back into my soft mattress as he spoke, eyes wide with expectation and arousal.
“Your mouth was wonderful Pandora, now I’m going to return the favor.” He smiled and licked his lips at me.
I nodded, a little hazy with lust and spread my legs for him, then I got quite a shock.  His tongue coiled out of his mouth and wrapped itself all the way around one of my breasts.  My eyes widened as I looked at the sheer length of it.  “Oh my God Master! That’s the longest tongue I’ve ever seen!”
He grinned immensely and stood up, turning around. I got my first look at his back, the pattern of fur on it was that of a… “Giraffe? You’re part giraffe Master?”
“It would seem that way.” He flopped back down on the bed and let his tongue slide from his mouth again, this time playing with my nipples. He was actually dexterous enough with it to tightly pinch my nipples with it.
I gasped and arched my back into him. “Oh God Master, that feels amazing.  What >gasp< what do you mean “it seems that way?” What are you, Master? I mean, what mix of species are you?”
He looked up at me and shrugged. “I don’t know. Horse, leopard, giraffe, who knows what else.” He returned to his task, his tongue literally slithering down my belly like a snake.
“Master you can – ah! – get blood tests that will tell you what your heritage… ah! AH!” My sentence was cut short my Master’s tongue swirling around my navel, something that always tickled like sin.
“Ticklish there are you? I’ll have to remember that.  I’ll have all your vulnerable spots mapped before too long.  It’s fair to warn you I do enjoy a good deal of tickling.”
Apparently the subject matter had changed. “Oh… great…” I said dryly.
He looked up at me. “It’s better than me enjoying a good deal of whipping, wouldn’t you say?”
“Uh, yes, Master, that’s a very good point.” I swallowed. I wasn’t sure if that was a threat or not.
“In fact I’ll tell you what.” He lifted me under my sides and tossed me to the center of the mattress.  “Spread eagle!” He said commandingly and snapped his fingers.
I blanked for a moment, then quickly assumed the position, a little wide eyed.  I hadn’t expected him to… well, snap like that.  I hope I reacted quickly enough.
He eyed me with a little grin on his snout. “Good. Good reaction for the first time, but you will be faster in the future.”
I nodded, a little stunned by his sudden dominating attitude.  He laid himself over me, his cock pressing into my stomach. He looked me in the eye, his expression was somehow playful and serious at the same time. “Now, I’m going to tickle you.  And what do you think you’re going to do while I’m doing that, hmm?”
“Uh…” Jeeze, what was the best response here? “I’m… going to hold absolutely still?”
He grinned practically ear to ear (impressive considering his horse’s snout) “That’s right.  As sure as you were tied tightly to the bed with heavy leather straps.  And if I think you’re squirming too much, you will wind up being tied with heavy leather straps, but not to your bed.  I assume you don’t want to spend your first night here tied to a hard table do you?” He grinned, obviously knowing the answer.
“No Master, I like my bed very much.  I’ll be like a statue.” This was going to be tough.  I was really ticklish.  In fact, I was more ticklish now that I was before the Institute. Somehow I doubted that was coincidence.
He smirked.  “Somehow I doubt that, but we’ll see.”
Master started off with his tongue, tracing little circles in my fur.  My body was already alive with anticipation, I watched in amazement as his tongue played over my breasts and tummy. It was so nimble.  I bet if he coiled his tongue around a pen he could write legibly with it. Soon he was playing with my navel again, causing me to grab at the sheets and tense my stomach, giggling.  I felt surprisingly vulnerable like this; sure I had been tied up in this position lots of times before, even once before the Institute, but now I was being forced to hold the position of my own will.  In a way, that was more inescapable than any physical bondage.
This is going to be a long night.
I felt so vulnerable as I lay there, forcibly holding my arms and legs straight out like I was, knowing I wasn’t allowed to move.  His tongue left my navel thankfully and slithered down in between my legs. Unfortunately it never touched my sex, instead, he started licking around my inner thighs, which elicited quite a response from me.  I tensed but more or less held still as Master discovered another vulnerable spot.  
I jerked just a bit, trying not to laugh, but Master was damnably good with that tongue, and every time I exhaled, my shuddering became audible. 
He licked down my leg, finding one or two more good spots, most notably behind my knee. Then he got to my foot. If anything was going to make me squirm, this was it. He took his time, exploring it with his tongue and fingers, generating a lot of squeaking from me and making me clench my foot a lot. I tried so hard not to pull away, but sometimes he’d hit a spot on my foot and I’d feel an intense tickling jab in my spine, making the muscles in my back contract involuntarily. I was laughing out loud now, both fists balling up generous amounts of sheets trying to think of something else other than the intense tickling sensations and the spasms in my back that were making me jerk quite a lot.  Then I felt Master’s finger’s on my other foot and I almost lost it. 
“Mas – hah hah hah hah hah hah hah – Master please! Hah hah hah – I’m gonna pee!”
Master took his tongue off my foot but it was immediately replaced with his other hand. “If you soil your mattress, I’ll have to get it cleaned, which means you’ll have to sleep in a cage in the dungeon till it’s back. I’m sure you don’t want that.”
“No Maaaahah hah hah! Master!” Somewhere in the back of my mind, it registered that Master just conformed to me that he actually had a dungeon, which had implications all of it’s own, but my mind was elsewhere.  I was starting to hurt now, my eyes were watering and I was getting surprisingly tired from trying so hard to hold still.  Every time my body jerked in one direction, I’d have to flex really hard in the other direction to control the spasm.  My ribs were getting sore from the laughing too, and I really did have to pee.  Damn that bottled water. Did he plan this?
With both his hands still tormenting the bottom of my feet, he leaned over and started licking his way back up my thigh.  This was as torturous as anything they had done to me at the Institute! My whole body was shaking and I was laughing so hard I was having trouble catching my breath.  Just as Master’s tongue reached my sex, he jabbed the bottom of my feet with his fingers, pinching at a certain point. He must have been hitting a bundle of nerves or something because half the muscles in my back contracted causing me to arch up off the mattress.  I couldn’t relax them as long as he was holding in those points on my feet, I was actually paralyzed, held helpless like this in tickling hell, I was trying to shriek and laugh and gasp and breathe all at once, my lungs didn’t know what to do.  I was already starting to black out when I felt his tongue enter my sex.  It plunged in deep in a single stroke, as thick as most cocks I had ever felt but rough like a cat’s tongue.  I came instantly, the intensity of it catching me off guard. I was already out of breath so I couldn’t scream, only tense my body a little more and thrash my head.  My vision clouded down to pinpoints and my heart was pounding in my ears. All that was left was the amazingly powerful orgasm and the almost painful tickling sensation in my feet and all the way up my spine. 
Pleasure and ticking, pleasure, ticking…
pleasure
tickling
pleasure…
…
…
I jerked and turned my head slightly.  I blinked, my vision was bleary, I was panting heavily, covered in sweat.  I tried to sit up but I was so weak. I turned my head and saw Master propped up on one shoulder, grinning broadly, drinking something out of a bottle.
“Enjoyed that didja?” He wiggled his eyebrows, clearly pleased with himself.
“Oh >pant< Master… I’ve never >pant< not even at the Institute have I ever come so hard.” I panted some more feeling my heartbeat slow from a race to a steady pounding. “I’ve never… blacked out before. It was… scary, but so wonderful at the same time.”
“You can expect that won’t be the last time it happens either.”
What a wonderful promise that was.
I nodded. “How long was I…”
Master tipped his drink to my lips. I kept my paws at my side and let him dribble the drink into my mouth. “Long enough for me to get this from the kitchen.”
I slurped at the bottle like a baby, then wrapped both paws around it, holding it like a baby bottle, sipping at it gently.  It was just ice water but it was just what I needed.  As soon as I started drinking I felt the urge to pee again.
“Ah… uh, thank you for the water Master, but I really have to pee.”
He gave me a nod with his snout and told me to bring some damp washcloths back from the bathroom.
I dashed out and did my business, making sure to thoroughly clean myself. I was sure we weren’t finished. Master hadn’t come yet.
I returned and handed him the towels, he had me kneel on the bed and he sat behind me, proceeding to dab me off with them, the cool cloths doing a lot to revive me.  As he brushed my bangs out of my face he whispered in my ear. “Play with yourself some more.”
I nodded and started with my breasts, just kneading them and gently stroking the nipples.  Master was leaning over me, watching my paws, watching how I pleasured myself, still dabbing me off, getting rid of a lot of the body heat that was trapped in my fur.  Eventually his tongue came out of his mouth again, and snaked down over one of my breasts, playing with it, licking and gently flicking it and it’s ring.  I shuddered and moved my free paw down to my sex, parting the lips with two fingers and stroking my clit as he continued to play with my breast and nuzzle my neck. Considering the intensity of the orgasm I had just experienced, I would have thought I’d have been drained, but his gentle touching and the cool washcloths were doing a lot to arouse me again.  That, and there was the fact that, here I was, kneeling on a bed, masturbating on command for the fur that owned me. I was helpless and knew I would obey any order he gave me.  He was kneeling behind me, trapping me in his enveloping arms and muzzle and tongue, and his hard cock was pressed against my spine as he held me.
He held his fingers to my mouth and I automatically began to lick them, then he moved his hand to replace mine at my sex, his fingers were remarkable adept at their task. Normally when someone else is touching you there, there’s a bit of fumbling as they explore and grow accustom to how best to touch you, but my stallions hands were immediately in the right places, touching me just how I liked.  Either he’s had a lot of practice at this, or he’s psychic.  Honestly, I was becoming so wet under his dexterous ministrations I had to assume it was a little of both.  One of his hands worked my pussy, the other my breast, and his amazing tongue entertained my other nipple. I knelt, trapped in his embrace, being serviced in all the best ways I knew how, my own arms limp at my sides, gasping and shuddering.
I decided that I shouldn’t be doing nothing, so I reached both my arms behind me and grabbed his cock and tried stroking it. It was a little problematic while it was behind my back, so I settled on squeezing it around the middle and tickling his balls with my other paw. This went on for some time, I thought for a while that Master was trying to make me come using just his fingers, but eventually he lifted me by tilting me on my knees, I had assumed he meant to lower me onto his erection, but instead when I came down, his cock was flat on the mattress and I was straddling it, my labia parted on either side.  I was dripping with wetness now, so I started wiggling my hips, sliding my netherlips up and down his shaft, his fingers still working my breasts.  
I was mewling as I bucked, feeling a lot of building pleasure in me when Master whispered in my ear. “On your back, Honeyfur.”
I nodded and rolled over, laying flat with my legs spread especially wide.  My stallion crawled up on top of me and held himself over me for a moment.
“Pandora, I want you to look me in the eyes while I enter you, okay?” He said, locking his brown eyes on mine. 
I nodded and put my paws on his chest and stared back at him. 
He shifted his hips a bit, rubbing his cock against my entrance, then began to lower himself into me. He pressed against me slightly, then my labia spread for him, the tip of his cock suddenly penetrating me. I gasped but kept my eyes locked on his.  It was a sensation I had felt a thousand times before, but now it was different, this time it was my Master.  He pressed into me more, the sensations of penetration causing my cunt to spasm and my breathing to become more halted. I half expected it to hurt, but I was so wet and my sex had been stretched from straddling his cock that it didn’t hurt at all.  It was damn tight for sure, especially when my pussy spasmed on him, but not enough to be painful.  Master put his hands on the mattress on either side of my head and started fucking me slowly with his hips, the muscles in his abdomen put on terrific display as he bucked into me.  I tried to scratch his chest affectionately, but of course without my claws I just raked him with my fingers. He lowered himself onto me, pinning me soundly to the mattress, and continued to gently fuck me. I spread my legs more and started counter thrusting him, trying to encourage him to go deeper.  It seemed to be working, he went a little deeper each time and amidst the gasping and moaning, I started to wonder when he was going to completely fill me. He wasn’t quite the largest I’d ever seen, but I still had my doubts that I’d be able to accommodate him entirely.  I had my answer in a moment when I started to feel especially full, wonderfully full actually, and oddly sensitive in very deep places when I felt his sheath tickling my labia.  I rolled my head back, relishing the feeling of being completely filled like I was. 
“Oh Master, >gasp< I’m so glad I can fit you all inside me. I was worried for a moment, you’re almost the size of my forearm.”
He chuckled and nuzzled me sliding me up and down on his length, producing some pleasured noises from the both of us. “I’m just the right size for a girl your height. Any shorter and it won’t go all the way in, without, ah, training for it, which can be a smidge unpleasant, I’m told.  Ask Marisol.” 
I nodded. “I’m relieved that I’m just right for you Master.”
He smiled at me. “I’m not hurting you am I?”
“No Master, it actually feels uncommonly pleasurable, like, almost like I can feel the friction inside of me, I mean, deep inside of me, and not just the pressure.”
“It’s nice having such a well trained pussy, isn’t it?” He said, thrusting deeply in me.
I nodded and wriggled my hips down on him, sitting as I did, putting my arms as far around his neck as they would go.
Master shuddered a bit, clearly enjoying being fully engulfed by my buttery muscles.  “Keep… ah, keep doing that.” His cock twitched inside me, again causing an unusually pleasurable response, causing my own muscles to react of their own accord.
I rested my head against his chest and worked my sex over his cock, relishing the unusual sensations of being penetrated so deeply. “Master it feels so good, having you in me this deeply… Oh God!” I tired to push him deeper into me, but I was already pressed tightly to his sheath.  My PC muscles started spasming around the base of his cock, an early indication of a orgasm on it’s way.
Master felt it too. He looked down at me smiling.  “This is really nice isn’t it?”
I nodded in agreement. “It feels wonderful Master.”
“Not so bad being a slave sometimes hmm?” He wrapped his big arms around me and pressed me tight to his chest. 
At this moment, there was nothing I wanted more than to be doing exactly what I was doing right now. “No Master, not at all.”  I pressed my head to his chest and continued wriggling against his stallionhood.  Before long, my movements started becoming more frantic.  
Master stroked my hair and whispered in my ear. “Don’t come without permission.”
I looked up at him with a hurt expression. After he just asked me if being a slave was so bad, he has to go and ruin this moment of our wonderfully pleasurable and intimate lovemaking by denying me my release.
“Yes Master.” I whispered and put my head back on his chest.
He tilted my head back and looked down his snout at me. “Don’t worry, I’m not going to tease you to the point of exhaustion, I just want you to hold it for a little while so that it’s better when you let it come.”
I blinked. “Oh… okay, thank you Master.”
He smiled kissed me, and held me trapped in his arms as I worked my sex over his, building the pleasure more and more until I was nearly there. 
He heard my panting become ragged and he stroked my hair.  “Not yet. I’m getting close too. Hold on to the pleasure until you feel me come, then we can both finish at the same time.”
I nodded and gritted my teeth, trying to slow my building pleasure. It was difficult though, being able to feel him so deeply inside me, and his thickness, the way he stretched me around him at my opening, all of it was quickly overwhelming me.  Soon, I was shuddering with effort, trying to hold my orgasm at bay.  I felt him speed up, guiding our movements with his big arms around me, pushing harder into me.  He was moving faster, sliding me higher up on his cock before pushing me back down, the friction was making my thighs twitch, and by now I was back to raking him with my fingers, unable to think about anything but his presence inside me, and his scent in my nose and his grunts in my ears.  Whatever his definition of ‘being close’ was, it was a lot looser than mine, his pleasure was still building while I was fighting to control mine.
“Master… please >pant< may I come? I… I can’t hold it back!”
Suddenly he picked me up and fell down on top of me with my back on the mattress like we had been when we started, and his fucking became rough, almost violent.  “Now!” He growled in my ear.  It sent me over the edge and I came hard on his cock, bucking against him and screamewowing.
The spastic tightness of my cunt finished him, and he pressed himself all the way into me and I felt his cock jerk as he splurted his come inside my pussy. He loomed over me, propped up on bent arms, shuddering as he jerked in me.  I was coming deeply, I could feel myself contracting around him all the up past my navel and even deeper.  The deep sensations I was feeling made my orgasm feel… bigger - not more intense, well, it was terrifically intense, but it was like I was coming all the way inside me and up my spine. I think I started blacking out again, but I couldn’t tell because my eyes had rolled back under my eyelids.  The orgasm finally began to subside, and started feeling more like a normal orgasm.  After a loooong time I came down, Master was pinning me to the mattress with his body, still inside me, his cock jerking as my cunt continued it’s post coital aftershocks.  I was panting, Master was breathing slow and evenly with deep breaths, looking down at me adoringly. He brushed my bangs out of my eyes and kissed me while holding my arms down to the mattress. All I could do was squirm under him and kiss him back.  
We lay there like that for a little while, then Master started gently thrusting in and out of me.  My eyes widened realizing that he was already ready to go again.  I tried to spread my legs and wrap then around his waist, but he was laying his legs across mine, pinning them to the mattress as well.  I was completely trapped under him and his tongue was in my mouth.  Apparently he was planning on keeping me helpless this time.  I looked him in the eye and grinned and started struggling a little bit, but it was hopeless. If I had all the leverage in the world I might have been able to roll his huge frame off of me, but as he held me I was trapped.  He seemed to be enjoying my efforts though and I felt his grip on my wrists tighten slightly. 
We fucked like that for a long time, it felt a little bit different this time as my cunt was slick with both our orgasms, it took much longer this time.  I practiced my Kabazza training as he fucked me, rippling my muscles over him, and he really seemed to enjoy that, his eyes would roll back under his eyelids and he started making this bassy rumbling sound in his chest.  It was an interesting sound, actually it sounded a lot like he was… purring?  I looked up at him, remembering the spots on his neck and arms. I guessed it was possible. I closed my eyes and listened to it, giving his cock an expert treatment in me.  It was slower and deeper than most male cats I had heard, but it was definitely purring.
“Oh Master, that sound you’re making… It’s so sexy.” 
“You... ah, you’re the one making me do it.  Your cunt is amazing.” He shuddered and started fucking me faster.  I lifted my head off the mattress and started nibbling on his throat, something else which he seemed to enjoy a great deal. In fact, his thrusts were becoming fairly frantic now and within a few moment, he came again his eyelids fluttering as he shuddered and jerked.
He lay on top of me panting for a moment, I thought we were done but he looked down at me with lust in his eye and sat up on the bed.  He grabbed me and roughly flipped me over and practically slammed me down on the mattress with my face in the pillow.  Before I could protest he had mounted me from behind and was fucking me so hard that the bed was creaking.  His body was an arch over mine, his hands on my headboard, I had to press both mine against it to prevent my head being smacked against it.  I came really fast that time, partially because I was already halfway there from the previous session, but also because he was like a ferocious animal this time, something that I always liked.  It sort of fit in well with the rape fantasies that I, like most women have.  When I came I couldn’t muster my strength to push away from the headboard and I wound up clonking my head on it, but not too hard, but Master saw that I was having trouble resisting his thrusts, so he grabbed my arms and pinned them to my sides, then lifted me.  Soon Master was sitting on his hooves, leaning back about 45 degrees, and I was pointed straight up being lifted and dropped onto Master’s cock like I weighed nothing.  At the same time he was thrusting up into me with ferocity and my breasts were flopping up and down almost painfully, but my arms were pinned and I was inexplicably halfway to my next orgasm already.  I put in some cursory struggles, but settled on screameowing as I was bounced in the air by the amazing stallion beneath me.  He was grunting in time with his thrusts now and in short order he came, slamming me down on him almost painfully.  Well, not almost, it actually hurt, but in the good way. :3
He was twitching in me now, still holding me with my arms pinned, breathing almost as raggedly as I was.
At last he’s starting to get tired.
But I was close again, and my squirming told him as much.  So now he sat straight up on his knees, holding me above the mattress horizontally, my arms still pinned. In fact to maintain my balance, I had to fold my legs and rest my heels on my ass. I was suspended in air above the mattress, held in place by my Master’s powerful grip. He started pistoning me back and forth on his cock.  I chuckled exhaustedly thinking how unusual the position was, but it felt damn good.  My breasts were swinging freely and my head was as well.  I looked down between us and realized I was leaking Master’s come all over my bed but I just didn’t care, exhausted and as close to my next orgasm as I was. After some increasingly wild thrusting I came again screaming, arching my back so much that I was looking straight up at the ceiling.  It just made it that further to fall to the mattress when I was done.  I lay in a heap, sweaty with a lock of hair in my mouth, panting and drooling on my pillow.
I blinked, a little bleary eyed.  Should I lay here and pant? Or should I be attending my Master? Or did he want to revel in my dishevelment?  He was behind me, panting as well.  Eventually I tried to turn over, but found I was almost too tired to move. My ‘fuckers high’ had passed and I was completely pooped now.  With a great deal of effort I managed to roll over and face him. He was still sitting on his hooves and my eyes popped open as I saw that he was still hard. 
He looked at me with a lusty leer and said, “Ready for another round?”
I tried to protest but could only manage a strangled mrowl.
He seemed generally amused by this and chuckled, leaning over me. I thought he was going to start fucking me again but he just loomed over me and nuzzled my head with his soft equine nose.  “I’m just kidding, but we’re probably going to have to work on your endurance for the future.” He smiled at me, clearly pleased with himself.  He sat up and lifted me from the bed, holding me like a baby, like when he carried me over to the bed in the first place.  I had to clench my vaginal muscles to keep from dripping the copious amount of fluids that Master had deposited in me. “How about a quick shower and we call it a night, eh?”
I nodded, looking up at him starry eyed as he carried me to the washroom.  I had to pee again, I was relieved that Master seemed to have no interest in watching me as I did so.  Get it? Relieved?  Cause, you know, I was… relieving myself?  Never mind. That was the one thing that had still been nagging at my mind, whether or not Master had that particular kink. 
The we both took fairly cold showers to help revive us.  I turned from him as I tried to wash our combined fluids from me, but he tsked me and had me do it while he watched.  I felt a little, well, on display as I did, but he smiled at me.
“I promise you, this isn’t nearly as creepy as it seems. I’m just interested in the female condition.” He shrugged. “Cleaning yourself like this is just part of sex that most men don’t think about, it’s… interesting to watch.”
I guess that was a good explanation, but I still felt very conspicuous doing it right in front of him. “Interesting? I won’t contradict you of course Master, but it’s not interesting for girls to watch.”
He chuckled. “No, probably not.  I bet breasts are really dull to women too, I mean, they get sweaty underneath, the underwires of your bras dig into them all the time and they get sore sometimes, but I promise you, men never get tired of looking at them or fondling them.”
I giggled a little bit. “Yes Master, I have noticed that about your gender.”
We toweled each other off then got in the fur dryer together, then both went back to my room and finished the ice water he brought in earlier.
“I hope you don’t mind me sharing your bed tonight Pandora. I like to have someone to wrap my arm around at night.”
I blinked.  “You say it as if I have a choice Master.” He grinned at me. I shook my head. “No Master, not at all, I was hoping you’d stay.” Well, that was only partially true. I liked having a warm body to press up against as I slept, but I also wanted to be able to spread out on my big mattress.  But it didn’t matter what I wanted, I was his slave and his pleasure came before mine.  Plus he has other slaves to share his bed on other nights, I’ll get my chance.  I’ve been cooped up in a kennel for the last year, I can wait one more night.
Master slid into bed still nude and held the sheets open for me. I hopped on the mattress and gave him a peck on his soft nose and slid into the sheets.  He put his arm around me and pulled the sheets up and I felt instantly warm and safe.  I listened to him breathe slowly as he occasionally nuzzled my hair while we drifted off.  Sleep took me quickly, between the emotionally draining day I had had, and the physically draining sex-a-thon, I wasn’t about to win any staying awake contests.
I drifted off, wondering what my dreams would be like tonight.  For the last year they had been nightmares about punishments and about constantly being in trouble.  Sometimes I would dream that there was nothing but me, an infinity of blackness that I was helpless to drift in, and there was a voice that I couldn’t block out that told me to obey, that told me how to act and it told me that I would be rewarded if I obeyed.  Sometimes I would wake up from that dream of nothingness and be happy to see the guards, happy to have someone to obey, but I could never figure out why I felt that way, until the next night, and I’d have that same dream again, and I’d remember all the time I’d spent, drifting, listening, obeying.  And I’d scream in my dream, trying to block it out, knowing that it was hopeless, knowing that I had hours of the voice ahead of me.  
I lay in Master’s arms, thinking about that dream.  The voice… I could never place it until now.  It had been Master’s voice…  NO! That’s not possible, they couldn’t have known who would have bought me, there’s no way… but I couldn’t remember what the voice sounded like if not my Master’s voice.  He was telling me to obey… I could hear him, gently telling me that my obedience would be rewarded.  I was in the blackness again, but this time I wasn’t afraid. Master was there with me. He was holding me and telling me to obey him, telling me that I could only be happy if he was happy, and that he would be happy only if I was obedient and submissive to his will.  His will. It was my will. I had no will, only his.  It was so simple, so easy to obey since I had no will.  Only his will inside me, controlling me with his desires. He didn’t even have to speak. I just knew what he wanted it and did it instantly.  And it made him happy. My Master was happy and knowing it filled me with such joy that I cried.  
But then… my Master wasn’t there… I was left alone in the blackness. It was so cold without him. There was no voice, only me and the infinity of nothing.  I cried out to him. I wasn’t complete without him, I wasn’t anything without him! My existence depended on him, on his approval. I had to be with him, to obey him and make him happy!  I cried and screamed into the nothing, but there was nothing, not even an echo. I clawed at the darkness, trying to swim, but I had no point of reference and I couldn’t tell if I was moving! I was helpless and panicking but then there was a light… behind me.  I turned from the blackness of my cell and looked out, the guard from the Institute was there, beckoning me out of the cage.
No… NO!  I… I was still at the Institute!  I never left! It was all some kind of trick, some kind of artificially induced dream to make me want a Master more than anything!  That’s why I never knew Master’s name… he didn’t exist! He was just made up!  I fell down in my cage crying, shrieking! How could they do something so cruel, to make me believe something so wonderful then take it away like that, to make it like it had never even existed!
The guards laughed at me and pulled me from my cage by my scruff, choking me and forced me into the coffle with the others, giving me a few sharp whacks with their clubs to make sure I’d stand as they fastened the rest of the girls to the coffle.  I looked at the other slaves. They all wore the same devastated expression on their faces as me.  Despair.  Master said it was the most terrible emotion… no… he didn’t say it… He didn’t say anything.  He didn’t exist.  I almost curled up into a ball right then and started crying, but the coffle was moving.  I saw Aki and Cotton and Miranda in the coffle, and Fred and some of my other friends.  They looked so defeated.  Had we all has the same dream?  Had I been in their dreams? 
My mind was so numb during our preening that I had no sense of transition.  I thought they had broken me before when they took my claws, but now… I was shattered.  
I eventually found myself in the buyers room. It looked like it had in my dream, and why not? They had programmed it themselves.  I kneeled in my spot, shuddering, sniffling, tears splattering on my lap, trying not to think of my Master, my wonderful, kind, handsome Master that I’d never see again.
The buyers came in, not one at a time like in the dream but in packs, wandering through us, assessing us.  Deciding the rest of our lives for us.  A buyer walked by us, by my friends and stopped in front of Aki.  I didn’t see who it was but he heard my crying and walked over to me.  I looked at his feet. They weren’t hooves… they were gray… like, flippers?  
no… please… not him…
 His armed pulled me up and I stood, face to face with the walrus that had bought Aki in my dream.
“I like her, I haven’t even started to hurt her and she’s already crying.”  His voice was like acid and his breath was no better.  He reached up and he started twisting my nipple. I winced and turned my head away from him, grimacing and then I saw… my Master… the unicorn, he was here, but his back was to me.  He was talking to Fred, he was buying her!  The walrus twisted my nipple more and I screamed.  I wanted to call to my Master, but I couldn’t, I didn’t have any will. I only had the walrus’s will in me… he was my Master, it was his collar that was around my neck now, it was made of thorns and he was willing me to scream for him, so I screamed in anguish and despair as I watched the unicorn leave with Fred on her leash. I couldn’t even see his face anymore. I just wanted to see his face one more time! Please!  I screamed again.
And screamed!
And screamed again – sitting up, lost, I was trapped, wrapped in something, hands on my shoulders, I had to get away from the walrus I had to find MY MASTER!!
“MASTER!!!!” I shrieked and fought the hands on me trying to get away – then I heard a voice. 
“PANDORA!”
I stopped struggling. The voice was so commanding, I knew I had to obey the voice.  It was.. the voice from my dream, the voice from the void… it was… Master’s voice?
The hands turned me around and everything snapped into focus.  Master was there, looking at me. Not the walrus, but my unicorn, looking scared and concerned and handsome and wonderful. I was in my room, tangled in my sheets both his hands holding my shoulders firmly. As soon as I registered his face I completely lost it, I collapsed into his arms crying, bawling, worse than I did when he set me free at the door.  I was leaking like a siv, I couldn’t even speak for minutes.  I was crying so hard I was having trouble breathing even.  Master held me and stroked my hair, every time I thought I was starting to calm down I’d remember his walking away from me with Fred and I’d start blubbing again, but Master held me, it seemed he had all the patience in the world for me.  Eventually I stopped crying, not because the images had left my mind, but because it was physically exhausting being that distraught.  I almost fell asleep in his arms but he lifted me up a little and looked into my no doubt bloodshot eyes. 
I sniffled a little bit more, barely able to focus on him through my tears. “i… i’m sorry master, i don’t mean to be a burden to you… they really fucked me up at the institute.” I almost lost it again as I spoke, but the concerned smile on Master’s face saved me.
He nodded grimly and pulled my back to his chest. “I was about to say the same thing.”  His voice was just what I needed to hear right now.
I sniffled some more and rested against his chest.  “Master, please talk to me.”
He petted my hair a little and spoke softy.  “What should I talk about?”
“I don’t care, I just need to hear your voice.” I sniffled again.  “I need to know you’re here.  I… I need to know why I’m here… Tell me… why you bought me… there were a hundred other beautiful girls there, why me?”
“You are beautiful Pandora… more so than most of the other girls there.  I have a weakness for cats as well.  But it’s always hard when you walk in a place like that.”
I nodded and listened to his baritone voice, his chest humming with vibration when he spoke.  
“Any one of those girls was so highly trained and in such good condition.  It’s so hard to make a choice.  I’m sure you noticed I was in there for some time before I came over to where you and Cotton and Miranda were.”
I sniffled and nodded and thought to myself. “And Aki.”
“Honestly, you’ve got to start being really picky when you have than many good choices, so I started with talking to some of the girls that had very high marks in Kabazza and Sahajoli classes.  As you’ve already noticed already tonight, I really like a… ah, dexterous pussy.”
I chuckled weakly and nodded against his chest.
“Well, that was one criteria that was important to me that also happened to cull the choices down a lot.  I still felt bad, I’d have liked to have gotten to know every slave in that room. I wish I could have bought them all, but… Well anyway, the other thing I was looking for was a small group of friends.  I think it’s awful that you can forge such strong friendships at a place like that, cause in the face of such adversity, what else do you have if not your friends? But  then watch helplessly as those friendships are torn apart on graduation day.  Sure life is full of meetings and partings, and when you leave a place like that, you’re usually headed to a brothel or some other place where there will be other slaves you can forge new friendships with, but chances are you’ll never see your friends from the Institute again.” He shrugged. “So I wanted to preserve at least one of those groups of friends.”
“How… how did you know that Cotton and Miranda and I were friends?” I asked sleepily.
“Uh… well, I have an intuition for things like that.  As it turns out I am an appallingly good judge of character.  I know, you wouldn’t think it to look at me, but there are just certain people I can just read from the moment I meet them.  Actually, from the moment I told you to stand I was almost certain I was going to buy you.  Your and Miranda’s job skills really cemented the deal.  Cotton was just lucky that she was your friend.  When you kept mis-addressing me, I just thought it was cute, like you were so nervous that you couldn’t think straight, which is understandable…”
Now I was dreaming that I was laying in a bed with Master.  It was bright outside but the shades were drawn.  We were feeding each other fruit and he spilled strawberry sauce on my breasts and started licking it off, and before long we were making love, and I was happy. Happy that I belonged to him.
I awoke a few more times during the night, not screaming but as a kind of self-defense mechanism, to make sure that he was really there and that I was with him.  I just sat and watched him sleep for a while, breathing softly.  I squirmed up under his arms and practically burrowed into his chest, I wriggle up so close to him.  Then I drifted back to sleep in his arms, and for the moment at least, I was free from the ambivalence that had plagued me since he bought me, and I was happy to be his slave.