The Circular Object Mark I and II story, characters and concept copyright \xA9 Gregg G Guydish 2001, 2002 et al except the following: Zig Zag is copyright \xA9 Max Black Rabbit. Everything contained in this document \xA9 Gregg G Guydish, all rights reserved.
The Circular Object MARK II
\xA9 2001, 2002 Gregg G Guydish
Part I
"A Foxzee Fantasy Come True"
Chris has a surprise for his lover, if he can get her to participate, that is…
Present day…
Christopher Vulpes whistles happily to himself as he opens the box he received in the mail that morning, examining the various items he purchased off of the ZZ Studios website, amused that his new girlfriend should work at a place that sells such stuff, and revels in the delicious irony. After a moment, he gathers up the various packages and carries them into the bedroom, dumping them ignobly onto the bed. Reaching out a paw he fishes out the package of Extra-ribbed, Super Sensitive lubricated condoms and slips them into his sock and underwear drawer, with the rest of his regular supply. He closes the drawer, then thinks a moment and, crouching down, slides open the bottom drawer. Pushing his winter clothing aside he picks up the top most video cassette and stares at the picture of the bound female on the cover as an evil grin crosses his face. He lingers over it a moment, then puts the cassette away and closes the drawer, standing awkwardly for the sudden constriction in his trousers.
He looks down and touches himself lightly through the fabric. "Down, boy, there's plenty of time for that later." He drops his paw and looks back up, smiling in anticipation of his mate's arrival. Looking at the time, he realizes he'd better get busy, and sets about cleaning his place up for her. He steadily works his way through the various rooms of his apartment and eventually stops when he finds the original shipping box that his toys came in. He picks it up as he realizes he needs to get rid of both it, and the other packages before she arrives. He marches straight into the bedroom and gets to work. First, he strips the bed, then he sits on its edge as he opens the first large box and examines the buckled leather straps and padded restraints, figuring out how best to attach them to the four points needed on his bed frame. Once that's done, he adjusts their length to his lover's specifications and remakes the bed, covering up the odd little bulges at the corners as best he could. He sits back down and opens the other two boxes, thinking this is going to be the hardest part to get her to accept. He holds the complicated things in his paws as he figures out how they work, then slips them into the drawer of the night stand beside the bed, the smaller one on the left. He closes the flaps on the box and steps quickly toward the door. He peeks into the hall, and, gratefully seeing no one, steps out and rushes down the back stairwell to dispose of the boxes, leaving his door slightly ajar.
"Hey, Chris?" Amber called out as she pushed the door to his flat open and stepped inside, looking about for her date. She frowned slightly as she padded in, and called out again. "Yo, Chris, you here?" After several paces she stopped, about midway into the living room, and stood there, looking around in perplexity, until she heard a voice behind her. "Amber? That you?" She turned suddenly to take in the tall red fox standing in the doorway and shot him a wry grin, placing her paws on her svelte hips as she did so. "You were expecting some other femme, Mister Vulpes?" Christopher grinned back and entered the room, pushing the door shut behind him, being careful to flick his bushy tail out of the way first. "Well," he tilts his head to the side, "that would be telling, wouldn't it?" She appraises him coolly with a small scowl, then decides to give him the benefit of the doubt and plays along. She sashays towards him, her long, ringed tail swaying behind her, and drawing his eyes to her hips in a barely concealed leer. "There better not be, Christo, or you're going to find yourself very lonely, very shortly." His paws come up to hold those same hips as she loops her arms around his neck and looks up at him. He loses his smug, playful grin and sobers instantly. "I swear, babe, there's nobody but you in my life." She narrows her eyes before dropping her lids to an alluring expression, looking back at him through her long eyelashes. "Uh, huh." She draws a paw down his chest, poking him there with one strong finger. "There better not be, buddy boy," she says lowly but with serious intent, "I don't give myself away lightly." Christopher swallows nervously, suddenly all too aware of how fortunate he really is to have gotten in good with his little Amber Ailurus.
An awkward moment passes between them before Ambers' natural playful spirit pushed to the fore again, and she stepped out of his embrace, swatting him on the rump with a paw as she did so. "You ready to go, studly?" Chris dropped his paws and released her, jumping slightly from the unexpected pat. "Whoa! Watch it girl!" He stepped out of her range suddenly. "That's a protected natural resource!" She made a face as she trooped towards the door, while Chris dodged to the couch for his dress jacket and she spoke teasingly under her tongue. "Yeah, if we ever deplete our natural gas reserves." As he shrugged into his jacket his ears flicked round towards her. "What was that?" She smirked and leaned against the door frame before replying in a louder voice. "Nothing. Just, uh, where were you?" He turned to her as he settled his clothes. "When?" She wagged her head slightly side to side. "When I came in. You left your door open." "Oh," he started towards her, checking his pockets to be sure he had his keys and money clip with him. "Just down at the dumpster," he motioned vaguely with a paw as she opened the door, "you know, cleaning up and stuff." She shot him a sidelong glance. "And stuff?" He sent back a slightly embarrassed grin along with a half shrug. "Think of it as a surprise for later, if you're feeling adventurous…" he struggles vainly for a moment, desperately seeking a way to divert the suddenly unpleasant topic of discussion. Just before he pulls the door shut behind them, he poses a new question in a slightly whiny voice. "Why do we always halfta take your car?" Her laughter floats back through the rapidly closing door. "Because it's about a hundred times more stylish than that heap you drive." The door closes with a snick of the lock setting itself and his booming voice can still be heard from without. "C'mon! It's a classic! It'll be worth real money someday!"
~
Later, upon returning to Chris' place, they snuggled on his couch as the evening wound to a close. "So," Amber said as she lightly drew a paw over his chest, barely hiding the grin on her muzzle, "what kind of … adventurous surprise do you have waiting for us, anyway?" Chris ducked his head and pretended as if he were watching her caress in a feeble attempt to hide his sudden blush. He chewed his lip for a long moment before setting his nightcap of Frangelico aside and lifting his head to face her, twisting as he did so. "Amber," he began hesitantly, the red panda lifting her own head to regard him, curiosity clearly painted across her muzzle. "You remember that time you let me tie you up? Way back, at the beginning of our relationship?" She shot him a slightly wary glance, unsure where his thoughts lie. "Yes, I remember." She said with a neutral tone, causing Chris to doubt himself even more. "Well, honey, I was kinda hoping we could…" he fumbles for a moment, then continues just a little more shyly, "well, do that again, tonight." A pause passes between the two young lovers as Amber tries to imagine what's brought this on. Eventually she speaks, her curiosity piqued. "What do you have in mind?" Christopher grins slightly, then stands, holding out a paw and drawing her up next to him, then leading her to his bedroom, and the surprise waiting there.
Pulling her into the bedroom behind him he turns and closes the door, even though there was no especial reason to. He took her in his arms then, hers coming up to embrace his back, and lowered his muzzle and kissed her soundly, their tongues playing together for several long minutes before they break as if by mutual consent, and he looks adoringly down on her. "Babe," he swallows nervously, his breath quick in his throat, "I think we can have a lot of fun tonight, but I need to know if you trust me. Do you?" He's pretty certain she does, but he wants to hear it from her before he goes any further. She watches him with a serious stare before a playful grin breaks across her muzzle and her affectionate nature lets itself be known. She blinks prettily up at him and silently nods her head in a slow affirmative. He smiles back and shifts his paws to the buttons of her blouse, grinning as he begins to undress her. "Then let us begin, shall we?"
He slowly strips her, batting her paws away when she tries to reciprocate his attentions, then leads her over to the bed, watching her face carefully as he pulls down the covers. Her jaw drops open as she sees the leather bindings at the corners, and looks up at him in something approaching shock. He looks nervous as she turns and presses herself against him, stretching her tail lithely out behind her and looks up, her voice mischievous. "And just where did you get that?" He grinned at her. "Three guesses and the first two don't count." She closes her eyes and runs her paws over his chest, brushing against his erect nipples and causing him to let out a shuddering breath of anticipation. "You have a dirty mind, Foxzee." She teases as she pulls him down onto the bed with her as she sits. "It's a joy forever, babe." He replies as she willingly assumes the position, her long tail tucked under her, pinned beneath her, twitching in suspense. She stretches her limbs out as her lover straps her down, wondering yet again what on earth has happened to her usually shy lover to embolden him so tonight. While she did so, Chris had similar thoughts running through his own head. He watched her face carefully as he buckled the restraints around her ankles, not truly believing that she so willingly accepted his proposal, and his paws shook as he worked, worried he would bind her too tightly and inflict unintended pain on her. He moved on to her wrists, securing one, then the other, pleased that he got the length just right for her slighter frame. He moved down and straddled her body, his hips pressed against hers as he looked deep into her eyes, his fantasy almost, but not quite, ready to come true.
Having her thus restrained he slowly removes his shirt in an erotic striptease just for his lover's benefit, Amber cooing appreciatively as his muscular chest is revealed. He lowers himself to her and she eagerly runs her tongue over his chest as he had intended, breathing hard as his desire wells within him. He pulls back and lowers his muzzle to hers and they kiss, fleetingly, as he keeps moving his head out of her limited reach until she gives up, and her head falls back onto the pillow behind her. He grins before he speaks. "Now, you are learning the rules of the game, my little Amba." He moves to her ear and whispers into it, but not before taking a moment to politely chew on it, Amber twisting her head away, but unable to escape. "You know I wouldn't ask you to do anything I myself am unwilling to do, right, Amba?" He feels her shudder as he runs his paws down her delicious sides. "Yeeessss." She draws out breathlessly. "This is the surprise." She opens her eyes as his paws leave her body, and feels the bed shift as he leans away from her. He opens a drawer on the night stand and pulls out a thing of many buckles and straps, her eyes widening when she recognizes what it is. Her jaw drops open as he sits up in front of her holding the thing and smiling evilly. "Uhhhh, Chris," she says nervously, "I'm not sure about that." "Come on, Amba, it's just in fun." He pauses for the briefest moment, then "I won't do it if you're not comfortable with it, but I have another one just my size, for later." Amber swallows, then looks beyond the unexpected thing in his paws, and up into his eyes and sees that this is something he really wants. "You do?" She asks, still on guard. Chris nods his head, and, setting the complicated thing down on her chest, reaches over to the side of the bed and withdraws the larger one that he fitted to himself earlier and shows it to her. "See?" He says with a smile. She still looks unsure, though. "And you're going to let me put that… thing, on you?" He silently nods his head in an affirmative. Another moment passes between them as she considers his words, then, after a nonce more, decides that since she's come this far, what's one more kink? She smiles nervously and nods her head and Chris tosses the larger of the two aside, then picks up the first one and lowers it, finally fitting the gag over her muzzle.
He got up then, and stepped away from the bed, a muzzled Amber watching his every movement with intense curiosity as he made his way to his dresser and removed two slim packages. He turned and threw the bulky little envelopes onto the bed next to her and began to remove his trousers with theatrical slowness, Amber staring at him with definite interest. When he was fereft of his clothes, he slowly climbed back onto the bed, finally ready to begin his game…
~
After a while, Chris raises himself and looks down on his lovely, disheveled mate, her hair ruffled, drool and spittle gracing her delicious lips. He slowly withdraws from her and slips the spent little condom from his growingly flaccid organ, and drops it with a wet sounding splat into the trash can he placed by the bed for that purpose. His lover turns to him and strains to speak through the muzzle. "Mmgmm." He shakes his head, not understanding her. He lowers himself and places his ear against her muzzle and she tries again. "AmGm!" He looks at her in surprise as he realizes what she's asking him. "Again?!" She nods vehemently. "Mlmms." She begs, as his jaw drops open at her lust, and his sex begins to rise to the call of duty. He closes his mouth and smiles lovingly down on her. "I love you" are the simple words that fall from his mouth, and Amber lays back and closes her eyes, shuddering once again at his much desired caress.
~
Amber giggled as Chris spread out before her, face up on the bed as she had been, amused to see her big, strong male taking such a submissive position before her. She set to work strapping him down, taking less than even a moment to adjust the restraints to his larger frame, then changing position to secure his wrists, Chris enjoying the view as her breasts dangled and bobbled below her while she worked. Once she had him where she wanted him she reached over to the night stand and removed the larger muzzle from its open drawer. She settled back onto his hips and held the thing in front of him, her lover's gaze shifting from her, to it, then back again. "Well?" He asked, an amused grin gracing his features. She tilted her head slightly. "You really gonna let me do this?" She asked, still slightly incredulous. He nodded his head as his tail attempted a delusory wag beneath him. "You looked like you enjoyed it, I wanna try too. Besides, I've already fitted it." "Really? Well in that case," she says, lowering it to his muzzle, "it's time to shut you up, babe." And she fastens it in place, pulling it taught and buckling it securely to keep his trap shut. She runs her paws lightly over his chest as she grins down on him, pausing for just a hairs breadth of a moment as a cold look flicks through the back of her eyes, then slips from the bed and pads silently to the door, her tail bobbing distractingly behind her. Chris watches in amazement from his restrained position, completely bewildered that she should leave him like this. "Mmmff!" He tries to yell to her. "Mmffrmgmgmmm." She turns and smiles playfully back at him over her shoulder. "See you later, honey." And she disappears behind the door, stopping out of his view and holding her sides as she silently laughs for his position, almost losing control for his desperate, muffled cries to her.
Chris lies on the bed, staring at the empty doorway, eyes wide and not believing she left. He can't imagine where she would go, or even that she would leave him like this. He cries out to her but can't make himself understood through the gag and eventually gives up, sagging back onto the bed, and stares at the ceiling, thinking hard to try to figure out what her game is. He lay there for a very long time before motion at the door caught his eye and he turned toward it. "AmMmm?" Amber smiles mischievously, holding something unseen behind her back. She enters the room slowly, using the walk, being certain to keep his eyes riveted on her. "You know," she says as she climbs onto the bed, still not revealing what she's secreted away behind her, "I should sell tickets and invite my friends to see this. Otherwise," she states innocently, and pulls it off with the guileless expression she wears on her muzzle, "no one is going to believe that you," she pokes him in the chest, "my big, brave, dominating canidae, let little old me tie you up, gag you, and," she finally reveals what she has in her paws, "blindfold you." Chris's eyes go wide in his head when he sees what she's planning. "Mmmflmmd?' She reaches out and places one delicate finger on his bound lips. "That's right, honey, and there's not a single, solitary thing you can do about it, is there?" Chris swallows and shakes his head slightly, trembling with the thought of what she's going to do to him. She climbs on top of him and neatly folds the kitchen towel and holds it up as he closes his eyes. "You see?" She says as she binds it around his head, depriving him of his sense of sight. "You're not the only one with a dirty mind."
~
He gurgles, a strange, choked articulation, as he lifts his head in a vain attempt to see what she's doing to him. She glances up at him and says, her voice sultry, "these are the rules to my game, dear, " before looking back down, and attending to the task at paw. She reaches up to her hair and pulls on a ribbon she had tied there earlier, it coming free with a firm tug, and uses it to wrap her other surprise for him. "Now," she says quietly to herself as she maneuvers around him, "for a little trick I picked up, oddly enough, at work…"
Chris became aware of reality again when he felt, more than heard, Amber's quiet lapping on his belly and he simply lay on his back, accepting his lovers gentle ministrations, as the siren song of sleep lulled him to its unfathomable depths, not even realizing that he was still bound paw and foot. He jarred awake slightly as his lover undid his muzzle for him, and pulled his blindfold off, and a satisfied sigh escaped his lips as his last coherent thought manifested itself in his head. His fantasy has finally come true, for Amber was his mate.
End Part I