This story is written in second person perspective. If you find you do not like second person perspective, please do not skip to the end and give this story one star. Instead, please enjoy the version that is written in third person perspective: "Training A 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. You can comb through prospective pets on your own, hoping to stumble on that perfect prize, but sometimes it is better left to the professionals. If you want to be assured of a quality pet, the best place to go is Purrrfection.com. There, you can be assured that not only will your pet be of the finest quality, but you will have a wide enough selection to choose the one that fits your tastes purrrfectly. For the less computer savvy, there is always the option of going directly to the site's headquarters to sample the pets in person, but the website is interactive, and worth trying first.
When you log on, the first thing you will see are the adorable faces of available pets. Their pointy little ears and bushy tails curled around soft, ample cheeks. Your pet may be staring you in the eyes already, and if not, then it's time to use the site's search engine. There you can choose all manner of custom features. You can pick blond hair, black hair, brown, red, the choices are endless. After choosing a rich, auburn red, a gorgeous kit stares back at you from a pop up window. The face changes to a purring kitten as you select a DD bosom. She's beautiful, but not right.
When you darken her skin tone to a rich tan and select bright green eyes, the stunning young vixen with the hot, sultry gaze nearly takes your breath away. Adding a few minor details, such as short stature and dainty feet, the vixen continues to fit the bill, her photo matching each new selection. Without a doubt, this is the purrrfect pet. Clicking on her photo, it enlarges, giving you a better view. Her silky ears match her hair exactly, and the tail curled between her legs lies nestled against a bare, shaven pussy. Clicking the select button is easy, now all you have to do is wait, impatiently, for your pet to arrive.
You receive a text confirmation on your phone. Yep, there's an app for that! She'll be delivered in two days. Now it's time to get all the necessary supplies. Although the website offers plenty of accessories to go with your new pet, a personal touch always brings better results. In a local shop, you find exactly what you need: a beautiful gold plated collar, with embedded crystals and tiny tinkling bells. It comes with matching wrist cuffs and anklets that are simply too irresistible to pass up. Just imagine your beautiful new vixen crawling around your home in the lovely jewelry. Strong but beautiful chains accentuate the jewelry. It is enough, for now, best not get carried away.
A regular leash, food and water dishes are best found at the pet store. Something simple, but elegant, for the lovely creature, engraved with her name: Zorra. Coming home, everything is ready, particularly the bedroom. The scene is titillating. The large crate in the walk in closet has been lined with soft cloth. The custom chaise at the foot of your bed has already been set up. The plush pillows and blanket look inviting, but you know she'll probably be spending even more time in your own bed. The wrought iron headboard with candle sconces, matching footboard, provide a convenient place to hook the new chains when she needed to be punished.
The waiting is difficult, but at least the date is a Saturday. You will have the whole weekend to enjoy your new pet and begin her training, and never have to wear anything but your comfy robe. Finally, there is a knock at the door, and a man with a clipboard stands outside your door. Beside him is a petite young woman covered from head to toe in a dark, black, hooded cloak. She looks like she can't be older than twenty, if that. One eager signature and you are now the proud owner of a delectable female fox.
The delivery man hands you her leash, a plain, black leather strap attached to a plain chain collar. She follows you demurely into your home, not speaking a word.
"Take off your cloak, Zorra."
She is startled, at first, to hear her new name. She does as ordered, however, the black material slithering down her body to pool at her feet. She is completely nude, as expected. Still, the sight is exciting. She is even more perfect in person. Her round, high breasts are topped with light, brown nipples. Long legs flare to wide hips, then narrow to a petite waist. Her tan is perfect, no lines, even on her smooth, sensual pussy. It's too irresistible, her skin is begging for your touch.
"Kneel."
She drops to her knees before you, her thighs spread, her manicured toes resting on top of one another. She gazes adoringly into your eyes, her chest heaving in excitement, and perhaps a little fear. It is your first meeting, and her master hasn't even touched her yet. That is soon rectified.
Her hair is like silk. The soft, black tufted ears are woven perfectly into her locks, allowing you to pet her between them, around them, with no hindrance or worry that they would move. She leans into your caress, batting her long lashes and sighing in pleasure. As you move your hand down to caress her skin, she arches her back, lifting her ass to twitch the tail that is nestled firmly in her ass. The plug gives her enough control that she is able to wag it in appreciation of your gentle touch. Wrapping your hands around the long swatch of fur, you feel a moment of surprise that it is identical in texture to her silken tresses. Wiggling the tail in her ass elicits a short bark of excitement. Your pet leans forward to rub herself against your legs, moaning softly.
"No. Not yet."
Tugging her leash, she pads softly behind you, disappointment, and curiosity at war in her gaze. In the dining room, she is shown her food and water dish, set next to a kneeling pad that is within easy reach of your own chair. Knowing she may be hungry and thirsty after the long trip, you open a bottle of mineral water and pour it into her dish. Eagerly she begins to lap it up, her bottom wiggling her tail enticingly at the same time.
Finding the right food to feed your pet is a challenge. Feeding her what you eat doesn't feel appropriate, especially since your diet consists of a lot of take out. Considering the huge responsibility, it only seemed right to change your own habits as well. This pet would not only bring you pleasure, she would help you to be a better person. The small, private owned café down the street caters. Their food is always fresh and always delicious. After talking with the manager, it was easy to arrange a meal service that would include healthy foods for you and food dish worthy foods for your pet. Cooking just isn't in your schedule.
Cracking open one foil container, you use a measuring cup to scoop out a small portion of the delicious smelling casserole into Zorra's second dish. Her stomach growls audibly, and she eagerly eats it all, licking the bowl clean. Although watching her eat is delightful, it is time to adorn her in her new collar and cuffs. Just as she finishes, the plain collar is removed and the beautiful tinkling collar is put in its place, the heart shaped pendant with the huge Chatham emerald dangled from her slender neck. The ankle and wrist cuffs go on as well. She stares at the beautiful, costly jewelry in appreciation. Hooking one of your simple braided leather leashes to an inconspicuous loop on the collar, she rises quickly at a gentle tug. Leading her to the large mirror in the dining room, she is allowed to look at herself. The full impact of her collar and cuffs is delightful, and she coos and awes at herself, casting grateful glances at your reflection.
