This story was originally written in second person perspective. If you think you may enjoy it in second person perspective, please go to the similarly titled story: "Training Your Pet"
Note: No animals were harmed in the writing of this story. ;-)
Training a pet is a serious business. It all starts with proper selection. David combed through prospective pets on his own, checking the clubs, chat rooms, hoping to stumble on that perfect prize. After a while, he decided it was better left to the professionals. After asking around, he discovered that if a man wants to be assured of a quality pet, the best place to go is Purrrfection.com. There, he can be assured that not only will his pet be of the finest quality, but he will have a wide enough selection to choose the one that fits his tastes purrrfectly. For the less computer savvy, he learned there is the option of going directly to the site's headquarters to sample the pets in person, but the website is interactive, and he felt it was worth trying first.
When he logged on, the first thing he saw was the adorable faces of available pets. Their pointy little ears and bushy tails curled around soft, ample cheeks. His pet may be staring him in the eyes already, but he thought not. Time to use the site's search engine. It allowed him to choose all manner of custom features. He could pick blond hair, black hair, brown, red, the choices were endless. After choosing a rich, auburn red, a gorgeous kit stared back at him from a pop up window. The face changed to a purring kitten as he selected a DD bosom. She was beautiful, but not right.
When he darkened her skin tone to a rich tan and selected bright green eyes, the stunning young vixen with the hot, sultry gaze nearly took his breath away. Adding a few minor details, such as short stature and dainty feet, the vixen continued to fit the bill, her photo matching each new selection. Without a doubt, he thought, this is the purrrfect pet. Clicking on her photo, it enlarged, giving him a better view. Her silky ears match her hair exactly, and the tail curled between her legs lay nestled against a bare, shaven pussy. Clicking the select button was easy, now all he had to do was wait, impatiently, for his pet to arrive.
He received a text confirmation on his phone a few hours later. Yep, there's an app for that! She'll be delivered in two days. Now it was time to get all the necessary supplies. Although the website offers plenty of accessories to go with a new pet, David felt that a personal touch always brought better results. In a local shop, he found exactly what he was looking for: a beautiful gold plated collar, with embedded crystals and tiny tinkling bells. It came with matching wrist cuffs and anklets that were simply too irresistible to pass up. He could just imagine his beautiful new vixen crawling around his home in the lovely jewelry. He found some strong but beautiful chains to accentuate the jewelry. It was enough, for now, best not get carried away.
A regular leash, food and water dishes were best found at the pet store. Something simple, but elegant, for the lovely creature, engraved with her name: Zorra. Coming home, everything was ready, particularly the bedroom. The scene in his room is titillating. The large crate in the walk in closet had been lined with soft cloth. The custom chaise at the foot of his bed was already set up. The plush pillows and blanket looked inviting, but he figured she'd probably be spending even more time in his own bed. The wrought iron headboard with candle sconces and matching footboard provided a convenient place to hook the new chains when she needed to be punished.
The waiting was difficult, but at least the date was a Saturday. David would have the whole weekend to enjoy his new pet, begin her training, and he'd never have to wear anything but his comfy robe if he wanted. Finally, there was a knock at the door, and a man with a clipboard stood outside his door. Beside him was a petite young woman covered from head to toe in a dark, black, hooded cloak. She looked like she couldn't be older than twenty, if that. One eager signature and he was now the proud owner of a delectable female fox.
The delivery man handed him her leash, a plain, black leather strap attached to a plain chain collar. She followed him demurely into his home, not speaking a word.
"Take off your cloak, Zorra."
She was startled, at first, to hear her new name. She did as ordered, however, the black material slithering down her body to pool at her feet. She was completely nude, as expected. Still, the sight excited him. She was even more perfect in person. Her round, high breasts were topped with light, brown nipples. Long legs flared to wide hips, then narrowed to a petite waist. Her tan was perfect, no lines, even on her smooth, sensual pussy. It was too irresistible, her skin was just begging for his touch.
"Kneel."
She dropped to her knees before him, her thighs spread, her manicured toes resting on top of one another. She gazed adoringly into his eyes, her chest heaving in excitement, and perhaps a little fear. It was their first meeting, and her Master hadn't even touched her yet. David quickly rectified that.
Her hair was like silk. The soft, black tufted ears were woven perfectly into her locks, allowing him to pet her between them, around them, with no hindrance or worry that they would move. She leaned into David's caress, batting her long lashes and sighing in pleasure. As he moved his hand down to caress her skin, and she arched her back, lifting her ass to twitch the tail that was nestled firmly in her ass. The plug gave her enough control that she was able to wag it in appreciation of David's gentle touch. Wrapping his hands around the long swatch of fur, he is momentarily surprised that it was identical in texture to her silken tresses. Wiggling the tail in her ass elicited a short bark of excitement. His pet leans forward to rub herself against his legs, moaning softly.
"No. Not yet."
Tugging her leash, she padded softly behind him, disappointment, and curiosity at war in her gaze. In the dining room, she was shown her food and water dish, set next to a kneeling pad that was within easy reach of David's chair. Knowing she might be hungry and thirsty after the long trip, he opened a bottle of mineral water and poured it into her dish. Eagerly she began to lap it up, her bottom wiggling her tail enticingly at the same time.
Finding the right food to feed his pet was a challenging ordeal. Feeding her what he ate didn't feel appropriate, especially since his diet consisted of a lot of take out. Considering the huge responsibility, it only seemed right to change his own habits a little as well. This pet would not only bring him pleasure, she would help him to be a better person. The small, private owned café down the street had a great catering menu. Their food was always fresh and always delicious. After talking with the manager, it was easy enough for him to arrange a meal service that would include healthy foods for both him and food dish worthy foods for his pet. Cooking just wasn't in his schedule.
