Christian came home after a long day of work, intending to relax and forget about the day. As an attorney who was on trial for the week, it had been an especially grueling time.
He walked in the front door of his condo, with its panoramic views of the city and kicked off his dress shoes. As he looked around he noticed something was off.
There was a bowl on the floor with water, and water splashed around it. Crumbs on the floor. Paperwork was spread out as if someone had rummaged through it. At first, Christian was concerned that there had been a break in, but nothing appeared to be missing. Then he heard a scratching from the other room and smiled.
Vixen was here.
Vixen, known as Jane in her "normie" life, was Christian's lover. She was more than that. She was his Little. She was fully dedicated to him. But today, she was Vixen. She loved to play as his pet.
Still in his suit, Christian entered the bedroom to find Vixen in her fox ears and tail. The tail was secured by a plug in her tight little ass. She looked up at him with an ornery glance and went back to her snack, a small cupcake she was eating without hands. Her ass was wagging, the tail swaying.
"Vixen? Come here, baby." Christian said.
She did not respond.
Foxes often didn't respond.
Dealing with Vixen was different than other pets. Kittens were sweet and sometimes a little independent. Puppies were always at your side. But foxes were different altogether. They are more mischievous, more playful, and brattier.
"Vixen?" he said again, but she did not respond, again. He began to approach her and she grabbed the cupcake in her mouth and began to run on all fours, trying to get past him.
She scampered into the living room and he followed. It was all lighthearted at this point. Vixen often made Christian chase her. He might have been her master, but she was mischievous and liked the chase.
He cornered her with the half eaten cupcake still in her mouth, in the living room. They were next to the large floor to ceiling window that looked out on the cityscape.
"Good girl. Put the snack down and come over to Daddy." Christian said.
Vixen, feeling obedient, did as she was told. She looked up at his eyes as he looked down. Quietly he began stroking her hair and playing with her ears. Her beautiful body was on display in front of him.
"Good girl. Help Daddy out." Christian said.
With his suit still on, Christian unzipped the pants. He took out his cock, already half hard, and moved closer. Smiling, Vixen took him in her mouth.
First it was just the head of his cock. He began to grow in her mouth. She could feel him pulsing. The stress of the day instantly left Christian's face.
"Mmmmm. What a good girl." He said, as she began to take him further, his cock getting wet from her mouth working on him. He was now fully hard, buried in his pet's mouth.
He curled his hand in her hair, guiding her mouth but letting Vixen choose how she pleasured him. His hand continued to stroke her.
As he approached orgasm rapidly, he stopped her. He did not want to finish in his pet's mouth today, though Vixen would have been perfectly happy to please him in that way.
"Vixen, get up on the couch." He said to her. Pets were never allowed on furniture without permission. Her eyes sparkled as she let his cock pop out of her mouth and she started toward the couch. She looked back at him and smiled, and took off running on all fours.
