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OopsieDaisy

OopsieDaisy

Super-Earth
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Aug 15, 2011
The main courtroom was just ahead, Tara was brimming with nervousness as she approached down the long halls of the castle, those huge intimidating doors just before her; guards standing silently on either side. She'd wondered what the queen - Her mother - had summoned her for? Her five sisters had all been busy with upcoming weddings, marriages or plans to take over the thrown when mother resigns. Being the youngest and the seemingly 'less attractive' one - she didn't get all that much attention. Although, it was mostly just for her extra weight, which her sisters teased her relentlessly about. It made her shy and very inwardly criticizing, afraid of any mention of getting married, not thinking any man would have her anyway.

Despite all that, the girl was tall and curvy, her body very soft and lush, skin pale and milky contrasting long dark hair and deep chestnut eyes, the blue dress she wore clung against her ample chest and gentle curve into those wide hips before jutting out in a tasteful length that ended at her knees. The top having a slightly low cut, showing off a hint of tantalizing cleavage, long sleeves adoring her arms, a simple white flower in her hair from exploring in the garden earlier. The plump, curvaceous girl made her way into the court room, her mother sitting on the throne, a beautiful crown upon her head and long silky ebony hair that resembled her own. The queen had many lovers of the years, she'd been the product of a lesser concubine, although her mother kindly treated her just as dear as the daughter born of men with royal blood. "Mother, you have called upon me?" The girl called out curiously, up to the throne. She smiled, "Yes Tara, I have a present for you. Something to cure that shyness you carry, to show you how precious you are." Tara blinked up to her mother in that beautiful gown she wore that hugged her slender form, only making her feel more pathetically fat, "Its prepared for you in your chambers, why don't you take a look?" Tara bowed to her mother, "Yes Mot-I mean, your highness! Thank you!" With that, the girl walked briskly down the halls, completely baffled by what it could possibly be.. Something to cure her shyness?

Finally reaching her room, a canopy bed in the middle, the light fabric shielding her bed, a balcony that viewed the gardens and a lovely brimming closet next to a vanity full of jewels and accessories to go with her gowns she almost never wore.. Afraid of going to social events, she was very much known as a mysterious princess among the people of the capital. She saw a shadow shift in the covered canopy of her bed, approaching it slowly she pulled back the light white fabric to take a peak inside, her beautiful black hair falling like a curtain over her shoulder as she did, those rich brown eyes staring in, "H..Hello?" she said softly, leaning a leg on the bed.. Just.. what did her mother get her? A pet?
 
Somewhere in the royal castle, a large figure lay on a bed hidden by curtains. What's more, he was chained to the bed and perfectly naked; his legs spread apart with each ankle chained to each lower bedpost, and both arms stretched above him, bound together at the wrists and locked to the headboard. He shifted a little, idly fidgeting with the manacles with his hands, though he wasn't actually testing them or trying to break free. In fact, he wasn't concerned at all. He liked the chains, they were familiar to him. Comfortable, even. Like an old friend. They were something he had grown not just to accept, but to like during his years of training. Still, he signed through a canine muzzle as he waited.

He was no human, but a Grey Wolf anthromorph, and he was an exceptional specimen; an even six-feet-six, with broad shoulders and powerfully cut muscles, the body of one who had an intensive workout regimen. Covering his body was a layer of absolutely luxurious grey fur; He had been washed, dried, and groomed twice prior to being placed here, and it had achieved a state of silky smoothness and fluffyness, the kind of fur a woman could just bury her hands and face in to enjoy. And yet, it was even groomed in such a way that his highly toned muscles were visible even through the fur, something that had taken a great amount of time, care, and finesse, but no expense had been spared. His fur was also slightly fragrenced from the washing, though his sensual, masculine musk could still be detected. And the wolf-man's face was like a wolf's, but with humanlike features imposed over it; deep green eyes and a fully expressive mouth, giving him a soft, friendly appearance.

Rook shifted again, not out of discomfort, but out of excitement. He couldn't wait, it had finally happened! All his years of training to be the perfect slave, the perfect pet, had led to this; him finally being purchased permanently. Ever since he had grown old enough to develop sexual capability, he had been trained and conditioned by professional mistresses to be an obedient pet who lived only to pleasure his owners. And to be honest, he couldn't even remember his life before that, he couldn't remember where he came from or how he came to be in their possession...it was just years of both mental and physical conditioning, going through several professional trainers and several temporary owners, molding him into one of their highest-class goods. Everything was to be of the highest quality, meant to be sold to nobility or wealthy merchants, they even told him he was 'a pet fit for royalty'. And they were right!

Just days ago, the Queen of the local realm herself had visited, and out of the lineup of the three absolute best slaves the trainers had to sell, he was the one picked! The queen told him he was a gift for one of her daughters, he belonged to her now. And he couldn't wait to meet her! He couldn't wait to please her, to make her happy in every way he could. What would she be like, he wondered? Petite and dark-haried, and would love to cuddle her large toy? Tall and developed, and wanted to really make use of his skills? It didn't matter, in the end. He'd make her happy all the same. Pondering all the things his new mistress might command him to do--or do with him--almost aroused him, but no, he didn't have permission yet. His manhood, impressive as it was, was sheathed between his legs and obscured by a bulge of fur. Still, he was told he wouldn't have to wait long, his new mistress would be here soon, and--was that her?

He heard the door to the bedroom open, and saw a feminine silhouette on the other side of the curtains. This was it! The bushy-furred tailed between his legs wagged eagerly, and he looked up as the curtain was pulled back...and they laid eyes on each other.

He looked up at her with a radiant and happy expression, almost puppylike in its eagerness, despite the fact that he was naked and chained to the bed. He didn't say anything yet though, oh no, Mistress must speak first.
 
Tara pulled back a bit, brown eyes blinking in surprise to see a wolf before her, covered in lush gray fur, pretty green eyes staring up to her with the happiest expression, he was chained so completely onto her bed.. It made feel a bit sorry for the large wolf man. The shy princess felt her cheeks flush, gulping back as her eyes slipped back up to his, slowly sinking to sit on her knees at the edge of the bed while staring at him.. He was meant to cure her shyness? Unsure her chocolate brown gaze faltered to the side, then back to his quite happy expression.. "Um.. H..Hello." She struggled out shyly, biting her bottom lip shifting and thudding the small table beside her bed, hearing something metal jitter on it Tara turned her head, seeing a loop of keys, a note on it. Shifting, she took the keys and note in hand. It simply stated 'You are to feed him, he will escort you places and sleeps in the same bed. Be a good girl and enjoy.' ..What if in the night he rubbed up against her, would he cuddle her.. Would he always be so excited like this.. Because despite her shyness, curious brought her eyes back to him.

She took the one key on the loop and shifted closer to him, her dress drooping in the front just a touch to display some sensual cleavage, she shifted to take his hands those plump breasts just above his face as she leaned over him and unchain his shackles, trying to focus on unchaining him simply.. Being so close made her nervous, quickly the princess slipped down to his ankles, freeing her new pet. After freeing him of the shackles of the chains she turned to look into his eyes, a faint little smile on her pink lips. "My name is Tara, I guess.. I'll be your Mistress.." Softly she shifted to sit beside him, "I..I'm not good.. With people.. B..But I'll try to make you happy.. P..Please tell me your name?" She fumbled, legs easing down as she squeezed the cloth of her dress.

Tara slipped her gaze down his toned form, strong legs.. He was much bigger than her, she shifted to his side, softly reaching up to pet the side of his muzzle, staring into his green eyes for a moment before shying away.. She wanted to pet his ears, to run her hands down his chest, snuggle up to him and feel every inch of his furry body.. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad sharing a bed with him.. He looked nice enough..
 
Rook waited patiently, tail still wagging, as his Mistress apparently saw fit to release him from his chains. Ooh...and her ample bosom hovered, intentionally or not, over his face as she reached over to free his hands. He wondered if she would want him to please her with those.

After she freed him, she spoke to him and ran a hand across the side of his muzzle. He let his eyes flutter closed and gave a quiet doglike growl of contentment as he leaned into her hand slightly with his head. he replied to her, speaking in a voice that surprisingly wasn't as deep as would be expected from one of his stature, a sort of younger-sounding voice. "The trainers gave me the name of Rook, though Mistress may name me anything she wishes. I belong to Mistress Tara now." He opens his eyes again and looks into hers, still smiling. "I am happy if you are happy, Mistress Tara. I am your pet, I will do anything you want me to do that makes you happy, you may do anything you like with me. I can perform any household or physical labors you desire to the best of my ability, and I can pleasure you in any way you want." He put deliberate emphasis on the word 'pleasure'.
 
Tara sat silently as he spoke, smiling lightly as she recalled how he growls just like a dog, vaguely wondering if he'd like a scratch behind the ears.. "Rook? That's a.. nice name.. Since your used to it.." She eyed him before flitting down to the hands at her lap, he didn't have a voice as low as she expected, even though he was big.. Her new pet seemed oddly welcoming, oddly comforting.. As he continued to explain, emphasis how he could pleasure her.. Tara began to look quite flustered, slipping She looked around the room then back to him, gulping down her shyness, Tara softly ran a touch over his ear, stroking to back of his head.

Even if she was meek, nervous, scared of what contact would entice in her.. But mostly Tara noticed how lonely it was to be hiding in her room all day without a single touch from another. A storm was brewing outside for a while now, crackles of thunder rocked the air, lightning flickering at she sky from her big window. At one quite big bang of thunder Tara suddenly took his hands, shifting down to his level, drawing his arms around her before closing it in with a shift of her weight.. Pushing soft breasts against him, a flat tummy and round sexy hips, long legs entangling with his own, soft breath against his neck as she squeezed him close, quite boldly hugging onto him.. "I.. I don't mind just being close.." She pressed her lips against his neck while snuggled her head into the nape of it, maybe unintentionally teasing him.. "So I can get used to you.." She said as an excuse to be close.
 
Rook gave another sigh of contentment as Tara stroked her hand along the top and back of his head. Even so, he had realized by now that this Mistress was one of those few who probably wouldn't really command him as he was used to, at least for now...he was, however, given very clear instructions by the Queen when he was being chained up originally; please her daughter, make her daughter feel wanted and loved.

And the weather seemed to help along with that, at a sudden particularly loud thunderclap made Tara jump, and she quickly pressed up against him, pulling his arms around her back, saying that she just wanted to be close to him. He laid back on the bed again, pulling her with him, letting her lay on top of him.

She found that his toned muscles were very firm, yet still soft enough to be comfortable, and most of all, warm. Between his thick arms wrapped around her, with him gently tightening his embrace in a comforting way, and laying on top of his own broad chest, she was wrapped in a cocoon of warm fur and flesh. As she nuzzled the particularly thick mane of oh-so-soft fur around his neck, she could smell his male musk even more strongly beneath the fragrance of the lightly scented bathwater he had been washed in. Most of all...she could feel his heart, strongly and slowly beating below her, a predictable and soothing anchor from the sound of the increasingly raging weather outside.

"You may enjoy my body in any way you desire, at any time you wish, Mistress Tara." he rumbled softly as she nuzzled him. Then...while it wasn't exactly encouraged, in this case, it was barely acceptable, he took a bare modicum of initiative and started moving his arms and hands on her back. He rubbed, and pressed, beginning to massage her back with his strong, solid hands in a deceptavely gentle and controlled manner for his size and obvious strength as she lay on top of him. "Does this make Mistress Tara happy?" He whispers into her ear.
 
She couldn't believe how close they were, as he pulled her down against his strong frame, Feeling his firm muscles under soft comfy fur, he was so delightfully warm, soothing. Strong arms slipping around her, at first his mistress tensed, felt her body flush and heart beat fast. Then, when the shy princess finally calmed down, the strong steady beat of his own heart leading into her own as she relaxed, breath becoming calm, body snuggling more confidently against her soft pet. Lightening thrashed across the ceiling, feeling his hands massaging at her slender back, a soft sigh slipping from the usually tensed girl.. Specially around such an attractive guy, he was her pet, he was going to be with her so much.. Sleeping in her bed, hugging her just like this.. Immediately she felt an urge to never leave his side, just snuggle with him for hours.. The whisper he slipped out made a small shiver slip down her spine, "Yes.. You feel very nice Rook." She whispered back meekly, a shy hand running over his chest beside her head. Slender fingers combing threw the soft, beautiful fur, she adored his tender touch.. His strong, soft warmth..

For a while Tara didn't move, hearing each breath, listening to his heart beat and enjoying being engulfed with his warmth.. She turned her head to gaze up to him, a little smile on her lips, "Lets.. Do this every night." She pulled up and back, sitting up from the embrace just slightly.. Staring into his green eyes with her own deep blue, dark hair falling down, encasing there faces for a moment, she pulled back more with a soft flush..

"Rook.. Do you know how to kiss?" She after sitting up, fresh blush on her cheeks, looking at his wolfish lips, just what would it be like? Tara felt a curiousness swelling, giving him an uncertain, shy yet interested look. Her own pink lips parted gently, so plump and supple. "I've never.. Gotten close enough to anyone.. Everyone's really intimidating.. But you are so soft, warm and inviting.." She fumbled with her skirt, staring down to her hands gripping the blue cloth of her dress, showing off little hints of her plump, soft pale thighs.
 
The whole time, Rook kept his breathing calm and steady. His Mistress seemed to like him already, and his heart warmed as he felt his own Mistress's body heat in their tight embrace. Though she couldn't see his face right then, he smiled beatificly as she said he did feel good to her. On the other hand, she probably felt the swishing of his tail wagging excitedly down by their legs at that. He was a good pet!

They held that embrace for some time, with Rook still massaging her back and spine, until she shifted and moved her head up slightly to gaze into his eyes. "Anything you desire, Mistress Tara. I will embrace you whenever you wish." he replied to her question of doing this every night.

She lifted herself up a little more, and spoke again. Rook's face broke into another warm, calming smile. "I have been taught how to kiss, and much more besides...Mistress Tara wishes to kiss her pet now?"
 
Tara stared into his eyes, how he seemed so eager to please her, wanting to delight in the pleasures he could bring. The dark haired princess had taken quite the liking to her new pet, he was kind, safe and oh so warm. Not just comfortable, but felt protected. He was so powerful, so big. Her big blue eyes slipped up and down his face, he smiled at her so warmly, asking if she wanted to kiss him.

Heart pounding, mind racing.. she did want to, after pressing against his thick, warm chest she felt urges to delight in him in other ways, looking at his lips that's what she desired, spreading her own slightly, "Y..Yes." She stuttered out, cupping the side of his muzzle, big blues sparkling shyly, "Could you teach me?" Tara could feel his fast wagging tail, her leg hiked up, unknowingly nudging the bulge of fur hiding his shaft, unknowingly brushing against him as she shifted even closer. Lips just inches away, hot breath against his lips, eyes fluttering and staring up into his. She tensed shyly, cupping under his chin and kissing his leathery wolfs nose before pulling back, a flushed face, seeming to shy to straight up kiss him on the lips by herself, searching for an answer in his eyes.
 
Rooks' breathing deepened as Tara touched the side of his muzzle and affirmed her desire, and in return, he stroked her hair with one of his own hands while the other continued rubbing her spine gently. Then she asked another particular question, and at the same time inadvertently brushing between his legs...his dormant shaft twitched, but it wasn't time to awaken just yet. She made a few more motions, gently brushing his nose with her lips and touching under his chin. He closed his eyes for a moment and adopted a neutral expression before replying. "...Pets do not teach Mistresses, that would be wrong..." He opened his eyes again, staring warmly into her own blue orbs. "...But Rook is sure Mistress Tara is a quick learner on her own..."

He then moved his head slightly up, and met his own lips with hers, locking them together slightly. His kiss was very, very slow as he opened his mouth and let her mouth be eased open. His teeth had obviously been immaculately cleaned, and from the pleasant whiffs Tara tasted, he must have been recently fed fruit. Tara felt his own strong, long tongue brush hers, but rather than pushing into her mouth, his tongue gently invited her into him. His hand was still stroking the back of her head, but he was putting no pressure on her at all, at any point; he was letting her choose how deep she wanted to go, how intense she wanted to be.

No matter how she chose to go, his tail was wagging nonstop in pleasure.
 
Tara wanted to be a better mistress, a woman who could please her new pet. As far as mistresses went, princesses or any woman in power.. She was unnervingly shy. She was happy that he enjoyed her touch, although staring into his eyes she felt a bit guilty when he noted she should know learn from him.. Nor would it be proper to teach her things, Tara thought that meant he didn't want to kiss her.. But, to her surprise his lips pushed to her own, eyes widened, tensing and stopping for a moment..

Slowly she closed her eyes, leaning into the warm, enticing kiss. His stroking hands, comfortingly slow kiss that makes her lips tingle.. she wrapped her arms around his neck, shifting on slightly on top of him. A plump, tender chest pressing to his firm one.. His mouth tasted like fruit, her own must taste like mint from the tea she drank, nice and sweet. His manly musk made her feel dizzy, a delighted little moan filled her lips.. Tara pushed in harder, as well as her plump chest mashing against his own, clinging to passionately, she brushed her hot lips against his own and pushed in firmer.. The pretty raven haired girl seemed to like the electric feeling of there lips pressing together.. The soft touch of his fur and strong feeling of arms wrapped around her.. As he stroke the back of her head, delicate hands gripped the fur at his sides, her soft hot tongue slick against his own, starting to flick gently, curiously and meekly twirl, rub and explore his big mouth.. After a moment of this, she pulled back gently, panting from the lovely sensation, eyes looking like she wanted more, lips parted still tingling.. After a moment staring into his eyes.. "I want.. A kiss every morning." She commanded, trying to seem more commanding for her pet.. But she honestly did want that.. He was hers, it was alright to indulge in such good feelings things.. "So.. I can practice.." She let out with flushed cheeks. It was clear she'd taken a liking to him either way, staying close.
 
Rook himself gave a long, soft, contented moan--almost like a very quiet, nonagressive growl--as Tara wrapped her arms around him, leaned into his kiss, and began exploring him. He felt her body, especially her ample chest, press harder against him...and Tara felt his powerful heart start to beat faster. Rook was so pleased, so happy that his Mistress was clearly enjoying him in her own way...that down below, his manhood started to awaken. A firm rod of wolfmeat stirred and partially grew out, though it remained sheathed. If Tara brushed any part of her body between his legs again, she would discover the bulge, but Rook brought no attention to it. If she noticed, she noticed, and if she did, she would deal with it however she desired.

After a pleasant while, his Mistress broke the kiss, and gave him his first real command. As lightning flashed and thunder rumbled outside again, Rook held the large, wide arm and hand that was stroking the back of her head in between her face and the window, as if in a shielding gesture, hopefully to help her feel even more secure in his arms. "Your command is my desire, Mistress Tara." He rumbled softly to her. He resumed massaging her spine with his other hand, she seemed to like that, it seemed to make her feel better with him. "Is there anything else I can do to make you happy tonight, Mistress Tara?"
 
As embarrassing as it was, Tara couldn't recall a deeper kiss with anyone but him, when she broke it and commanded such a childish, slightly innocent thing from him he seemed to be contented either way. How he held her so close as the lightening and thunder raged on, shielding her from the troublesome quakes and bright flashes from her balcony window. She stared up to him in a slight daze with pretty chocolate brown eyes, he was massaging her back again.. Trying to keep her calm and collected. Storms were never friends to Tara, she had trouble as a tiny child but it was one of the only times she couldn't stand to be alone.. Usually her mother being the one she crawled to, but, he was so comforting.. So warm and enticing.. "N..No.. I'm happy." She replied simply. Soft hands sliding through the fur on his own back, she snuggled in against him, her breathing was soft, delicate. Body completely relaxed against him, her soft thigh pushed up against his thigh.. Entangling there legs and just falling short of brushing his bulge.

His Mistress was drifting off to sleep, forgetting her worries.. He made her feel good, such warm, soft fur, pretty kissable wolf lips and such a huge, broad frame that comforted her, never being so close to a man. It felt.. Right.. To be held in his arms and it lulled her to sleep quite fast. It lead into such a lovely, tranquil sleep. Rook had by far been one of the best presents she'd ever received..

Light rays trickled from the flitting blinds of her balcony window, running over her closed eyes. Long eyelashes began to flutter, for some reason last night seemed like a foggy dream. But as she came back to conscousness Tara felt fur between her fingers, a soft warmth from his huge frame, strong arms wrapped around her form. Her thigh shifted and bumped against something so hot between his legs, letting out a squeak, Tara pulled back giving a good look at his face... Her dress strap off her shoulder, skirt hiked up, she was a mess from falling asleep in one of her nice dresses, long silky black hair framing her soft round face, big eyes and pink lips.. Lips that were urging to fullfill the promise of a kiss every morning, she stroked the side of his long wolfish snout, leaning in, once more Tara pecked his nose.. Briefly wondering.. What should she do about bathing? Tara had her own bath connected to her bedroom, no servants, no one to bug her. She'd always been a private, shy person.. Now her pet would always be by her side, it sounded nice.. Yet slightly unnerving..
 
Rook smiled with another contented sigh as his Mistress assured him she was happy as he held her in his arms. He could feel her body relaxing, giving in to a peaceful, secure sleep as she began to nod off. Wrapped and entwined as they were around each other, he was her mattress, her blanket, her comforter...and Rook was happy. Rook was happy that his Mistress was pleased, that she was able to enter such a deep sleep with him. Satisfied himself that he had fulfilled his Mistress' desires that night, he let his head lean back into the bed, and he closed his eyes. Without any further motion or disturbance, he too entered his rest. Yet another of the many things he had been firmly trained was to be able to sleep at a moment's notice, to sleep and wake on command.

Sunlight illuminating the room through the window signaled the coming morning, but Rook did not wake for that...he did, however, wake to the feeling of his Mistress shifting her body on top of him, and especially the little squeak that escaped her. Yet from him, there was no sudden movement, and in fact...he hadn't moved an inch himself since she had fallen asleep. His body was still in exactly the same position, his arms still comfortingly encircled his Mistress' own relatively small frame. It did not bother him in the slightest, yet another thing that he had been conditioned to, and much tougher than that; his training mistresses had constantly tied him up and bound him in increasingly creative and at times uncomfortable ways, for longer and longer periods of time, but always assured him that it was right and proper...until familiarity and repetition had replaced comfort, and then familiarity became his new comfort. Now, he could keep himself in almost any position for days on end without feeling the slightest bit uncomfortable about it, if it was demanded of him.

The only indication that he woke was the fact that he opened his eyes to full alertness, already having his bearings, and tilted his head forward to look 'down' at his Mistress on his chest...so that when she had gotten her bearings and glanced 'up' to him, though she might have thought he was still asleep by the fact that she had not felt any other part of his body move--save for his unceasingly stable breathing and powerful, healthy heartbeat--she instantly met his gaze, those soul-piercing green eyes watching her intently. Even though she seemed slightly dishiveled, having slept in her royal princess gown, he seemed to pay no heed to that. After she stroked the side of his muzzle again, and touched her lips to his nose, he moved his head forward a little more, his lips hovering a mere hair's breadth from hers. Though she had commanded him to do it already, one thing he had been taught was that it was usually okay to ask for long-term commands again, once or twice, just to prove that he only acted as his mistress willed. "Does Mistress Tara want her morning kiss now?" he whispered to her, in the softest voice she had heard yet.
 
He was such a loyal, good pet.. From what she'd seen so far, he didn't even move from her side one inch, arms still wrapped around her protecting, green eyes staring down to her dozy, half awake soft brown, greeting by his beautiful gaze back down to her. She wondered how long he'd been awake for, as he moved his head forward, after kissing his leathery nose, she smiled lightly. "Yes Rook." More hesitantly than him, Tara pushed in to lightly kiss his lips.. The first real kiss she'd given him by herself, a soft touch slid down her side before she shifted to sit up, her curvy form enhanced with the soft morning light, the straps handing over her shoulder, long messy dark hair surrounding such a soft, delicate face. After a stretch and a small sigh Tara turned to him, she needed a change and a shower..

She shifted to turn her back to him, head slipping back to look at her new pet, pulling her hair over her shoulder gently. To show a laced up corset, "Do you think.. You could?.." She asked gently, blinking innocently over to him, Tara wondered if she should bring him along, his mother demanded he come everywhere with her.. Did that mean baths too? it made her face flush as she turned away from him in wait for her pets reply.. She'd be sleeping with him every night, a kiss every morning.. I made her smile a bit, with him around she wasn't so lonely.. Even if she was a bit indulgent with him..

After a moment, she spoke up again, "Would you like to.. Join me for a bath?" She squeaked out, her face no doubt bright red, she'd never displayed herself naked to anyone.. Tara wondered if it would be fun to wash his fur, to have someone to talk to while she bathed..To have someone to talk to period. "I..If that's weird.. I'm alright alone.. I just.. Like being close to you.." Her flushed face turned back to him, staring at her new pet shyly.. He was hers, it wasn't weird, was it?
 
Rook's eyes lazily fluttered closed as Tara moved in to kiss him. Like last time, with their lips locked together, he eased both of their mouths open and used his long tongue to brush, tease, and invite hers into him, letting her take the lead again. Such a simple pleasure, yet so very fulfilling...Soon enough however, it was over, and Tara broke the kiss and sat up. Rook released his arms that encircled her as she pulled up.

She then turned her back to him showing the laces of her corset, and asked if he could...well, she didn't quite finish that. After a moment when it was obvious she would not, Rook understood that she meant for him to unlace her corset. Shifting slightly closer to her so he could reach comfortably, he did so, his thick, strong hands showing unusually skilled dexterity as he tugged the lace strings one by one and untied them.

After he had finished that, she spoke up again, asking him if he would join her in the bath, and if it was 'weird'. Rook, on the other hand, was excited. When the mistresses who trained him didn't leave him to wash by himself, there were only two reasons they would have him wash with them (aside from him giving them a combination of wash and massage himsef); so that the mistress could wash him herself, to personally 'handle' his body and especially his 'package' in a different location than the bedroom for an erotic change of scenery, or he would wash himself in front of her, rubbing and showing off every part of his body to them, to please them by displaying his physique they spent so much effort to sculpt.

"Yes, Mistress Tara, of course I will bathe with you." He responded, his smooth voice showing a hint of a...sultry tone, there. "And nothing Mistress Tara could ever ask me to do would be 'weird'...how could anything Mistress Tara asks me to do be 'weird' if anything I am told to do is the right thing? Mistress is always right, slave must do as Mistress says, always." He said to her, inadvertently giving her a hint of just how deep his throught processes went when he wasn't aware that she wasn't aware... "But even so," He continued, "I was asked to bathe with the Mistresses who trained me frequently, yes. Whether they washed me or I washed myself, it was a part of the service I was trained to perform."

Tara may or may not realize she has no idea what Rook means by 'service' in that context, and she may or may not choose to mentally dismiss it as an odd choice of words, or try to investigate...
 
Service.. As in washing his mistress? Other thoughts trickled into head, feeling her cheeks flush lightly. She really didn't know why she asked such an embarrassing thing, as he explained himself it only made the princess feel a bit silly. She was his Mistress, feeling like she should be more dominate, more commanding. Tara was pretty surprised by how fast he undid her corset. She shifted off the bed, pulling the corset off her head. Leaving her beautiful, curvy body only in that light blue dress. Running a hand through her hair, "Well.. Um.." She started, shifting closer Tara reached out to him, expecting her pet to take her hand. "I'll try my best.. To be a better Mistress.." This alone was quite a bit jump.

Assuming he took her hand, she lead him to the bathroom connected to her room, it was vast and had a large ceiling just like her bedroom, a rack full of towels, a large bathtub more than able to fit them both comfortably. Details and designs along the tiles on the floor leading to the walls and tall ceiling, a beautiful vanity in here as well, with a comfy chair, tons of lotions, perfumes and such. She walked into the middle of the washroom, turning to her pet.

Slowly, she began to pull the dress from her form, long pale thighs, round hips.. Such alabaster skin, her taut, flat stomach leading into plump, round breasts. Held by only her dress.. Leaving his mistress in only a pair of white, tight panties. That clung to her round, soft backside and hidden plump mound.. Hands covered her bare breasts, staring over to him shyly. Slowly unwrapping her hands, letting her round breasts fall free with those naughty pink nipples jutting out..

Hands slipped down to tug that small scrap of cloth from her hips, she didn't raise her head as she pulled down her panties, revealing such a soft plump mound hiding the pink folds between her legs, a small tuft of black hair just above her pretty little labia. Slowly she stood up and gave him a shy, unsure look. Turning to walk towards the tub, letting hip see her swaying hips and soft backside shift.. Tara drew the bathe. The long pipe stuck in the ground began to shake and quiver before blasting out with water. Starting to fill the bath. She walked back over to him, his young mistress completely naked before him, taking his hands to lead him towards the tub, looking up into his eyes. "I..I've never had so much company.." She admitted with a flushed face, her lovely round breasts bouncing with each soft breath.. Turning to climb into the tub, tugging on his arm gently.. "I..I'll always wash you.. and take care of you.." She promised shyly.
 
Rook removed his arms from around Tara and watched as she sat up and slipped her corset off. He admired her blue-dressed body now that it was free of the corset, appreciating how it made a pleasing decoration on her. She got up and reached her hand out to him, which he gladly took with his large, furred fingers. His mind went to the collar and leash under the bed...after, after the bath, it would be time for her to truly claim him.

He followed her into her bathing room, noting where everything was. His Mistress released his hand and moved to the center of the room and, slowly, disrobed her dress. He smiled as she did so, tail wagging, although, at the end, she held her arms in front of her breasts, as if she were...

Rook was slightly confused. No mistress he had ever been with had ever had any shame about their bodies, even the less-harsh ones. After a moment, Rook finally understood; she must never have actually been with someone...for Rook, it was quite a shocking revelation. Rook had only ever been with mistresses who knew what they wanted from him...but now he understood Tara's actions and behaviors. Rook fought back and forth in his head for a moment, and settled on a conclusion; while he could not take the lead unless directly told to do so, or 'teach' his mistress anything...he could entice her with the pleasures he was trained to give her, show her what he could do so she would want it.

She then removed her panties, and finally, her entire body was presented to Rook in all its glory. He imagined being tied down securely, with with that smaller body of hers taking him as she desired...but, baby steps. She turned on the bathwater, and tugged his hand to bring him over to the tub. He followed immediately. As she started getting in, just before he did, he kneeled down next to the tub and looked at her with submissive, pleading eyes. "Mistress Tara..." He said softly. "If it would make you happy...may I please wash you first, and massage you? I have been well-trained, I can wash you thoroughly, and my massage will make your muscles in your entire body feel better than they ever have been before...please, Mistress? I want to make you happy..." He properly begged of her, as a Pet must always do when asking something of their Mistress.
 
She'd never stripped in front of anyone before, or slept and snuggled with another.. It'd been rarely even a day and she'd already done so much with her new pet.. As the shaking pipe pumped the bathtub full she looked at her large, furry pet. His large hands, pleading eyes and soft fur.. Begging to wash her, to pleasure and make her feel good and relaxed. Tara was always tense, even now her shoulders hiked up nervously, cheeks lightly flushed, playing nervously with the long black hair cascaded over her shoulder. Wet at the ends from the climbing warm water, she shifted to the other side of the bath, turning off the faucet, her round hips and soft backside slick with water.. sliding down her pale skin so teasingly..

She picked up a bottle of pink body wash in a beautiful glass vile, water splashing slightly as she slipped back over to where he was kneeling beside the bathtub. remembering to be more commanding.. More like a Mistress at least somewhat.. "You may, my shoulders are usually pretty tense.." She said in a soft, shy voice despite her efforts.. Unsure how this would really turn out.. Se handed him the vile of soap to slick up her soft skin, she could imagine his big, strong hands would feel good massaging against her skin..

She shifted to the edge of the tub more, making it easier for him to reach her. Blue eyes slipping down his frame, to his hands, face.. "Rook.." She whispered to him, "Just be gentle.." Her voice almost seemed sensual.. Like she was asking him to take her softly.. Turning away slightly, displaying her shoulders, giving a shy look towards him before looking away, given him permission to touch her.. Heart beating fast..
 
Rook observed Tara with intent, eager eyes as she shifted about the bathtub with a clearly tensed-up muscles. His gaze was purely focused on her beautiful, naked body as she shut off the bathwater, and retrieved a vial of liquid body soap. She handed the vial to him, and said the words he wanted to hear, the permission to touch her. He watched her as she looked up and down his own naked, furry body before she settled into the tub facing away from him, her only demand that he be gentle.

In spite of his size and prodigious strength, gentle he could do. Oh yes.

"As you desire, Mistress Tara..." He settled in on the outside of the tub himself, behind Tara's back. He dipped his hands in the tub on either side of her, wetting them, and then put some of the soap from the vial into his hands, which he rubbed a little to puff it up. A few moments later, Tara felt both of his soft, lusciously furry, and now wet and soaped hands rest on her shoulders, their size making them capable of gripping around her entire shoulder. She felt his hands, in sycnhronous motions, slide over her shoulders, across the tops of her arms, and back again. His hands flowed over her smooth skin as if they were gliding. He repeated this motion a few times, transferring the soap from his hands to her skin. It felt like being rubbed by a sponge made of soft hair.

After he shoulders and arms were well soaped, he dipped his hands in the water again, and repeated the motions in the same area again, rinising her skin. Then...he actually gripped her shoulders--carefully and gently, of course--and began to press and squeeze lightly. He pressed his thumbs into the backs of her shoulders, rubbing in circular motions as he kneaded the rest of her shoulder with his entire hand. He felt exactly where the tension in her muscles were, and pressed on those spots, working on them with obvious expertise, working it out of her system.

And so, he continued in this manner. He soaped, rinsed, and massaged all of the rest of her arms, one after the other, lifting them up for her so she could relax and hang them limply. After that, he pressed forward on her a little, silently indicating for her to lean forward slightly, and he worked over her upper back, and next, her sides under her arms. And then...she could tell it was coming. He freshly soaped his hands, and starting from her sides under her arms, moved his hands forward, and slid them smoothly over her plump breasts. He was much closer now, his chest almost pressing up against her back. As with everywhere else, he rubbed over her breasts several times with his soaped hands (though slower and more leisurely than before), then rinsed them, and then...he began the massage, cupping and squeezing her bosom, pressing and rubbing in strategic places.

He leaned his head in to whisper into her ear. "Mistress Tara is feeling pleasure now...yes?"
 
Tara felt herself tense at first, feeling the water splash around her form, his soft, big furry hands against her bare skin. She bit at her bottom lip nervously, he was such a big, soft pet.. Yet his finger tips seems so delicate, a tender touch washing over her, able to consume her entire shoulders with his hands. It felt nice, relaxing.. His soapy, warm luscious hands felt like nothing she'd experienced before.. He was very gentle and careful with his massaging touch, pressing in against tensed muscles and spots that had never been worked on. She wasn't one to let others touch her much, usually bright red with a simple hug. Yet, somehow she was naked along with him, rubbing her back pleasantly. Her shoulders became limp, body giving into his efforts. Massaging her long, slender arms.. Sliding down them.. Her eyes were closed, a soft sigh left her lips..

She trusted him, he was very gentle and kind, obedient and patient with her.. Even if she wasn't the best Mistress, Tara found herself wanting to keep him. Although she was slightly nervous, even scared of being close to another Rook made her relax, back in her bed.. He kissed her softly and held her close.. Now he made her feel like she was floating on a cloud, completely limp and free of knots in her usually tensed, nervous shoulders.

A light pressure against her back enticed Tara to lean forward for him, she curiously looked back to him, eyes closing once more as he massaged her upper back, against her pale skin.. Slip under her arms and before she could say a thing, his big, warm hands were rubbing over her bare chest. Making them slick and wet with soap, slick and tantalizingly lewd to look at.. She felt his finger tips run past her perk nipples, his palms grinding.. Slowly working over them to make the little sensitive buds erect. Water cascading against the pretty mounds as he lathered them up to rinse the soap from her chest.

She let out a soft sound of surprise mixed with a hints of pleasure, his whisper brought shivers down her spine. Nibbling at her bottom lip nervously, hands gently over her lap, thighs pushing together awkwardly.. He was.. Exciting her.. That strong, broad chest pushing up against her back, his warmth and softness, wet skin sticking against his fur. Her heart was pounding hard, she was sure he could feel it while he massaged and teased her ample chest. "Y..Yes." She replied quietly. Leaning against him, her face flushed a light pink as he continued, after a moment she turned to face him, staring over his face, leaning back lightly Tara kissed the tip of his muzzle. Gripping at his upper arm, "I..I like when you touch me.. You always make me feel comfortable.." Tara admitted to her pet shyly, "I wouldn't mind.. If.." She seemed flustered, "If you touch me more.."
 
Rook sighed in satisfaction as his Mitress affirmed that she liked what he was doing. He smiled in return at the soft kiss that was planted on the side of his muzzle as he continued massaging Tara's entire chest. She held onto his arm securely, and said the best words he could hear...in his mind, she gave him full permission to truly use the talents he had been taught. She felt his fuzzy face press against her neck as he began nuzzling her affectionately.

With his hands, well...if he was doing a 'real' massage before, he wasn't anymore for the moment. Using the thmb and forefinger of both of his hands, he started to deliberately play with her nipples, stimulating her erotically in a way she certainly had never felt before. Gently, but firmly, his fingers pinched, rolled, and twisted the little nubs with lavish attention. He tugged on them and pulled them outward, teasing them still harder, as the palms of his hands squeezed the rest of her breasts.

He continued this for a full minute or two, then gradually backed his sexual attentions off, returning to rubbing elsewhere as he let Tara come down from the pleasure he detoured to give her, letting her bask in the cooldown. After a few moments, he returned to the earlier routine; he soaped up his hands, and started to properly wash Tara's stomach and lower back, reaching down and around her. A rinse later, and he used the earlier muscle massage for her lower toso and waist. When he was done there, he hooked underneath her arms and delicately helped her sit a bit higher out of the water so he could get at her lower body. He washed, rinsed, and massage the outsides of her thighs. Then, with only the gentlest pressure of guidance, assuming she didn't resist, he carefully eased her legs open...wider...and accessed her inner thighs, washing and massaging those as well. His hands did not, however, reach for that intimate place between her legs just yet...though his hands did get very close as he pressed his thumbs into the crooks of her thighs, bringing relaxation to those points on her body that rarely get any attention or rest. After he was done there, he moved around to one of her sides and did all of her lower leg, right down to the foot, getting every inch of her, including between her toes. A shift to the other side, and he repeated the process with her other leg. Finally, he lifted her up slightly, and gave her round buttocks the wash and massage treatment.

In the course of almost half an hour, Rook's hands had quite literally explored every single inch of Tara's body, rubbing and relaxing every part of her that no other person had so much as ever touched before in her life, probably even a few places she had never touched herself. It likely wouldn't be inaccurate to say that not only did Rook now know her body better than anyone else ever had, he also knew her body better than she did. All except for one spot, that most precious of places...but no, it would not be forgotten. Rook would not be anything less than thorough unless commanded otherwise.

Just after doing Tara's backside, Rook once again slid his body close to her back, gently circled one arm around her chest, and reached with his other down between her legs...and he slowly drew his hand up over her vagina. With just his forefinger, he then began to slowly stroke her slit, which almost certainly was wet with more than just water by now. Even as young, innocent, and inexperienced as Tara was, she practically had to know what he was doing to her now...
 
His fuzzy, long muzzle slipped against her slender neck, kissing tenderly against her neck. It held so much affection, she relaxed against him softly, tenderly leaning back against him.. He continued to massage her perfect, round breasts. Fingers coming to pinch, roll and tease her tender nipples, it made Tara's breath pick up, face flush.. It was a tickling sensation of pleasure she'd never felt before.. It made her heart thud harder, twisting, massaging.. A soft sigh left her lips, "Rook.." closing her eyes, she never knew such a sensual sound could leave her lips..

Tara let her body slowly slip back down from the pleasure she felt, when he pulled away the princess almost felt a bit sad.. But his hands didn't stop, pushing her forward lightly as he rubbed down her sides, sliding over her skin. Tara sat up on her knees while he slipped down to her hips and thighs, she shivered at the sensation of him soaping and washing over her soft, supple thighs. Staring back to him shyly, even letting out a bit of a squeak as he spread her legs.. Her inner thighs were so sensitive, coming so close to the most tenderest, untouched spot between her long legs. It brought every inch of her skin he touched to tingle, never being caressed in such a way.. It brought jolts of delight when he slipped his furry fingers over her.

A brighter blush filled her cheeks at the sensation of him rubbing over her perk backside, his big fingers slipping over the supple, full flesh. He followed by washing her legs, feet, even toes. Her pet was certainly into detail when it came to washing, he also had a way with touch, with massaging and his soft nuzzles and gentle caresses.. Once more she felt the warmth of his fur against her wet back, arms wrapping around her.. One having more attention than the other.. The one slipping down between her legs..

"Ah.." She was most certainly wet with more than water, the pink slit and folds he drew his fingers over were rather hot.. and slick.. She'd never had anyone touch her like this, he'd explored every inch of her.. He'd touched more than she most likely had herself.. Tara stared down to his big furry hand between her legs, gently stroking.. Then up to his face.. "Rook.. " She squirmed lightly, her hips shifted forward to his touch rather than pulling away.. "If you do that.. I..I'll" A soft sound of delight slipped from her lips, body felt like it was on fire.. Her own little moan brought clear embarrassment to her face.. "S-Shouldn't I.. Wash you now?" She asked, looking up to him with big, innocent eyes.. Lips spread with hot, hitched little breaths.
 
Rook kissed Tara's neck as she pushed her hips into his hand, and tried to say what would happen if he continued, but she couldn't finish. He knew what she was getting at, though. "I know." He whispered into her ear. He continued the stroking with his finger, a tiny bit faster, a tiny bit harder, as she then suggested something else.

Suggested...but did not command.

"Rook does not know what should or should not be, only what Mistress Tara commands of him...but, would Mistress Tara command her pet to leave his job unfinished?" With the thumb of his right hand that was between Tara's legs (while still stroking with his forefinger), Rook then began rubbing her clitoris directly, applying stimulation to that most sensitive little bud. Continuing in this manner, he also added in his middle finger, using both forefinger and middle finger to caress her folds. After more of this, he put the tip of his forefiger against her slit and pushed, sliding his thick finger right into her vagina, though he unsurprisingly quickly met her hymen. With part of his finger inside her, he gently tickled and soothed in and around that barrier, being careful not to apply pressure directly to it, all the while as he continued rubbing and bumping her clit with his thumb.

With his left arm encircling her chest, he could feel her breathing deepen, her heartbeat hammer faster and faster. He tightened his grip in a comforting manner, pulling her against him, his arm and body forming a solid, stable anchor for her to hang onto. He nuzzled, kissed, and licked her neck caringly as whispered things to her. Knowing now that she had no experience with the pleasures he was trained to give, he knew he had to properly make her feel what he could do, to prove to her that she wanted what he could give her by just giving her a taste now. While it was made clear to him, over and over, that he must never disobey or put himself above his mistress, he was trained to be able to adapt to a variety of mistresses, to be ready for anything they could demand of him, to provide them the maximum pleasure he was capable of, tailored for them. While he had admittedly never been trained with a virgin, he adapted just the same to ensure she reached the hights of her pleasure. "It's okay, Mistress Tara, it feels good to cum, allow yourself to reach there, don't be afraid of it...you own this pleasure, let it wash over you, surround yourself with it, you're almost there, you're so close..."
 
Tara didn't exactly count on having a pet to be like this, she'd just met him and he was stroking between her legs. His delicate, steamy whispers, soft fur, a big, comforting arm around her.. His affectionate kisses, simple words of his understanding, making the princesses shoulders tense, it felt so good.. His fingers making her so slick and he'd only just begun. Slow rubbing against the tender nub of her clitoris, it brought her slender frame to tense, a soft sigh leaving her lips. She tried to draw back her moans, they sounded so naughty.. Breath hard as he continued, sliding up and down her slick folds, feeling so eager, so enchanted by the pleasure the girl before him didn't even reply.

The soft roll of her body, hips shifting out as he continued, her gently moans and sighs of pleasure, "Ooh.." She whimpered at her new pet began to push and slide some of his thick, manly finger inside her virgin slit. Clinging at him, it felt so good to have something inside her.. Even just the littlest bit as he continued to flick and rub at her clit. Building a shattering, shivering pleasure within the inexperienced girl. Tara began to pant, soft moans rolling off her tongue once more gripping at his forearm in hopes of stabilizing herself somewhat.

The pleasure hit her in waves, rippling over and shaking her body, enticing her round soft hips to rock against him, her breath and heartbeat was getting faster, body heating up from the pleasure, she leaned closer to him, wrapping arms around his neck tightly, leaning in against him, her own skin tingling with his past kisses, mind fogging, hips unable to stop thrusting as she tensed. That tight untouched hole convulsing, twitching as her legs tensed, jerked and humped up erratically, lost in the throes of pleasure. "Aah.. Mmn.. R-Rook! T-That feels so.. Good!" Breathless, she shifted closer to him, her thighs pushing together against his hand, squeezing gently.. Not used to such pleasure coming over her, those tender pink folds throbbing with desire.. Her teased clit pulsing, soaking hole wanting more of him inside her.. All these feelings swelled up, it made Tara whimper and moan in the aftermath of it all. Legs shaking.. She never knew that could feel so good, Tara stayed close, neck nuzzled in his, hot breath running over him.. after a while, she pulled back, arms still around him, looking into his eyes, face flushed.. Lips spread in gentle pants.

With a shy smile she reached up to pet behind his ear, scratching affectionately. "Good boy." She complimented, trying to show how much she liked it and still retain what he wanted her to as a mistress.. Tara's mind was opening to letting him touch her more, or touching him.. He'd convinced her without many words, his warm hugs, tender whispers and skilled fingers were enough to show her he only wanted to please, delight and pleasure his new mistress..
 
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