Kayla

Sold

Written by S. M. Wolf

Copyright © 2002-2003 by S. M. Wolf, all rights reserved. Based on characters and situations created by Kittiara. Master David Wolf © S. M. Wolf. Characters Kayla, Marla, and Trouble © Kittiara. Character Zassa © her player. Reproduction and distribution of this work by any means without the expressed written permission of the author, or hotlinking from another website without the expressed written permission of the author and BondoFox, is expressly forbidden. Similarity to any person, living or dead, or similarity to any LARPing character who may think her character is the same but really isn't, is coincidental.

This work was inspired by Troubles Tales by Kittaria and the artwork of Iron Badger, who have given their kind permission to use their works. With many thanks as well to Baillie for her portrayal of Kayla.

The coffle wound through the dim passageway leading to the slave pens. The line of slaves came to a halt in front of the first pen. The guard opened the door and tossed the first slave in.

Kayla kept her head down and tried not to think about what was happening, but just as she had for the past two weeks, she could not keep herself from counting.

And remembering.

The second slave was put away for the night.

The third door opened and closed.

That's Trouble's pen, Kayla thought.

The fourth door slammed shut.

And Marla should be looking out at me from in there, Kayla thought as she walked past the frightened anteater.

The fifth door swung open and shut with a dull clang.

Jenny, was all that crossed Kayla's mind.

A strange vixen stared out at her in fear as Kayla walked past the sixth cell. She looked a lot like Zassa, and that made the pain all the worse.

Instead of her friends, new slaves, frightened and skittish, looked out of the pens at her.

Two weeks ago she and the others had been taken out and sold. She still remembered that terrible day vividly.

The guards had taken them out of their pens and had them cleaned up. It had actually been nice to be waited upon by other slaves as they washed her fur and styled her hair. Then it was upstairs to be seen and examined by the buyers. She had been bid upon and won by what appeared to be a kind fur. He had taken her to his waiting car. She was nervous at being sold, but he seemed like a desirable master. He had even called her by her first name and spoken kindly to her.

They were still in the Academy's courtyard when it had happened.

A dozen policefurs had descended on the car. They had forced the door open and dragged her new master out. She still remembered the sickening sound as they had hit him with nightsticks repeatedly. Guards from the Academy had appeared and grabbed her. The Head Mistress had arrived with a terrible scowl on her muzzle. Surprisingly, she had stopped one of the guards who had been about to strike Kayla.

"Don't!" she had yelled at the guard. "She's still salable goods."

The tigress' eyes had burned into Kayla's. In a low voice she had continued, "And it's not her fault this abolitionist scum paid for her in counterfeit credits."

Kayla had shivered at the pure hatred in the Head Mistress' green eyes. Kayla knew she would have punished Kayla severely if she had been able to justify it. Instead she had turned to the policefurs and begun negotiating for the purchase of her now former master.

Kayla had been returned to the slave pens. She had spent the night alone for the first time in months. The next day strangers had been dragged into the pens. All were young, beautiful female furs with frightened faces. Kayla knew they were the next class of sex slaves.

Kayla did not know what would happen to her. The first day she had remained in her pen while the new slaves were taken away for conditioning. A guard captain had stopped by later and looked her over. She expected him to use her for his pleasure, but instead he had spoken softly into his communicator and left.

Sometime later that morning another guard had taken her to one of the beginning classes for males. She stood before a dozen male slaves while the instructor had pointed out with clinical detachment each of her major and minor erogenous zones and how best to please a female by stroking them while Kayla went through multiple orgasms.

It had not been too bad, she had to concede, until the instructor had each of the new slaves come up and poke and prod her. Some of the males showed minor skill, but most were untrained, inexperienced youngsters. She had been forced to lie still underneath their clumsy paws. Secretly she had been grateful when the instructor had applied his quirt to the backsides of most of the class before bringing her off again. Afterwards she had been returned to her pen.

The days had passed slowly. The Academy had continued to use her skills and body to help train the new slaves. She seemed to be nothing but a living prop for the instructors. One morning she would be demonstrating cunnilingus to a set of females and the next hour she would be the object of some fur's first faltering attempts at bondage. Knowing Kayla hated to be restrained, the instructors and guards had seemed to take extra pleasure in making sure she spent at least a few hours each day immobile in some form of restraints. The guards had also taken their pleasure with her frequently when she was not in front of a class and sometimes when she was.

Then she had started to hear the whispers, see the furtive looks and hear quiet words hidden behind paws. At first she had tried to ignore them. They became more frequent and brazen with time, though. While she tried to ignore them, she kept hearing one word repeated frequently.

Retraining.

She had no clue what they meant. She had successfully completed her training and even been sold, albeit for only a short time. The Academy had not put her in with any advanced classes or given her to an instructor for individual schooling.

Soon it became obvious that whatever retraining was it involved far more than additional classes. Several of the guards actually gave her looks of pity as she passed them or they secured her to a coffle. When a guard had turned away rather than look at her standing at attention, Kayla had become truly scared.

Two days ago she had been taken to the psychological medical unit for evaluation. There the full horror of her situation became known to her. They had carefully tested her to determine the best way to wipe out her personality and replace it with a new, more pliant one. She had overheard the doctors and nurses openly speculating how much some fur would pay for a slave designed to please his or her every perverse whim. Worse, they had discussed in detail some of the desires she could have implanted in her brain.

That night Kayla lay awake crying. She wondered as she lay awake if a little bit of her would still exist deep inside her mind. If it did, would she spend the rest of her life imprisoned in her own body, forced to watch as she willingly performed sex act after sex act for some jaded fur she hated?

Kayla knew they could have done nothing to help her, but she wished Trouble and the others were still here. They could have given her words of encouragement and tried to console her until the guards took her away for the final time.

Instead she was left alone and depressed with no one to comfort her.

Kayla suddenly realized that she had been standing in front of her pen for almost a minute. Normally the guard would have undone the leather lead and put her into the pen immediately. Instead he seemed to be very puzzled by something on his communicator. He was reading and rereading it. Finally he opened a line and talked to someone in charge.

The ocelot male spoke quietly into the microphone. Kayla overheard the guard ask, "I just received some orders to take the otteress slave Kayla to the Head Mistress. Are they correct, sir? I thought she was suppose to be down here until tomorrow morning when we pull her for the mind wipe job."

Kayla's heart started pounding. They were going to start her retraining tonight. She had known it would come soon, but she was still terrified. She wondered briefly if she could somehow commit suicide in the few minutes she had left.

Waves of defeat came crashing down on her as soon as she thought of suicide. She was heavily bound and incapable of running away. The Academy would not allow any of its product such an easy way out. Her experience and training told her that regardless of what she tried, the guards would find a way to stop her.

The ocelot grabbed her lead and started walking. Unable to even mount a passive resistance because of her conditioning, Kayla followed behind him with her head bowed low. Tears streamed down her muzzle. She wondered if anyone would even recognize the young woman that would come out of the medical ward.

She doubted it.

The guard led her upwards from the bowels of the Academy.

Kayla had been taken upstairs many times to display her special talents at various Academy dinners and serve paying furs in the more private pleasure rooms. Just last night Kayla had been placed in the center of a party room with five large balls. Using nothing but her vaginal muscles, she had taken the balls into her vagina, juggled them around, and popped them out in any order the guests had requested. They had kept her going at it for hours on end while the paying customers had partied around her. Fortunately the skills she had learned with Trouble, Marla and the others had allowed her to accomplish her tasks flawlessly.

The thought of her friends sent fresh waves of despair though her. She wondered if the memory of them would be taken from her quickly or if she would lose them slowly, She doubted her personal memories and mind would last long. The Academy wanted a blank slate to work upon. All they would leave were her training and conditioning.

The guard stopped at an ornate door. He removed her restraints and left them hanging on a hook beside the door. He looked over Kalya and smoothed some of her ruffled fur. Satisfied with her appearance, the ocelot knocked on the door. Kayla did not know what was behind the door, but she knew it was not the medical ward. A faint ray of hope surfaced in her.

"Come in!" a voice called from within.

The ocelot opened the door and took Kayla inside. He led her to a spot in front of a large wooden desk. Kayla kept her eyes downcast as she crossed the room. As she had been taught, she knelt with her knees spread as wide as possible, her hands placed palms up on her thighs, and her head bowed to stare at a spot on the floor dead center between her thighs.

There were at least two other furs in the room besides the guard and Kayla. She recognized the deep voice of the Head Mistress. She was describing in elaborate detail Kayla's many assets and talents.

Kayla frowned. The tigress seemed to be making a sales pitch. Surely that could not be right?

"The product's overall performance is excellent. We are particularly pleased with its vaginal and anal muscle conditioning and control. It has also shown some proficiency in oral sex. Its vaginal and anal sex techniques are fairly good. It has shown promise in various dress, especially leather and latex costumes. Even for an otter it has shown remarkable flexibility and body position control. As with most otters, long duration bondage remains a small problem. We expect it to grow better with time, but we do recommend a minimum of four hours per day in tight bondage for it for at least the first month."

The tigress paused for a moment. Kayla could hear her shuffling some papers.

"The law requires I give you its standardized physical, mental, emotional, and skill ratings. All are excellent with the exception of her sexual readiness. It is deficient in that area. We had intended to make some adjustments to it and then sell it. If you wish, we can negotiate to still have that done as part of its sale price."

For the first time the other fur spoke.

"That will not be necessary. I'm certain it will serve my needs -- one way or another. I will take it with me tonight 'as is'."

Kayla quickly assessed the voice of her potential master. It was a deep bass voice filled with casual indifference. She had heard it somewhere before, but she could not place it. She did not like his tone, but as a mere slave she had no say in to whom she was sold.

She could only hope the male would not abuse her too badly.

Kayla heard the tigress hand more papers to the male fur.

"Please sign these and give me your credit stick for processing."

Kayla heard the sound of a pen writing on paper.

Her sale papers.

Kayla listened as the Head Mistress took back the papers. There was a small click. Kayla recognized the sound of a credit stick going into a reader. She had bought food, clothing and other things with her own credit stick before she had been abducted and taken to the Academy.

Now the small click signified her being sold to an unknown male to serve as his sex slave.

The two furs sitting at the desk stood and shook paws to complete the deal. Kayla was officially no longer part of the Academy stock. She was owned by a new master.

The Head Mistress and Kayla's master sat back down. They exchanged some small talk before turning their attention back to Kayla.

"Go with the guard," her new master indifferently ordered Kayla.

As Kayla stood, she took a chance and glanced at her new master out of the corner of her eyes.

He was a large black wolf. From the bit of gray in his fur she guessed he was in his mid-forties or even early fifties. He sat upright and stiff in the leather chair. His grooming was impeccable, and his business suit appeared to be custom made. Apparently he was a fur of considerable wealth, but she would expect that from anyone who could buy a slave from the Academy.

The guard led Kayla down the hall to a small bath. Inside were two young female coyote slaves and a bathtub filled with steaming hot water. The smell of rose water filled the room.

"Get her ready!" the guard brusquely ordered the two slave attendants.

The coyotes took Kayla to the bathtub and plunged her into the scented water. Being an otter, Kayla loved the water. She remained submerged for over five minutes as the coyotes worked soap into her fur. It felt good to have their strong yet gentle paws gliding over her body. One thing her time at the Academy had taught her was to take what pleasure she could find whenever she could. She would have to face the reality of her new, probably cruel master very soon, but in the meantime she would savor this little bit of delectation.

The coyotes pulled her to a standing position. She stood naked in the middle of the tub as the water was drained. She kept her head down, but out of the corner of her eye Kayla could see the guard watching her. His paw frequently moved to his crotch. His gaze shifted to the coyotes. Kayla knew from his leer they would serve his pleasure shortly. Kayla wondered if she would be satisfying her new master's sexual desires soon as well.

Once the tub was drained the coyotes rinsed her down with cold water to remove any leftover soap. They quickly rubbed her down with towels to dry off her fur. One worked on her body fur with a brush while the other ran a comb through her still damp hair.

Once the attendants were done, they presented Kayla to the guard. She expected him to clip the lead back onto her collar and take her away, but instead he handed her a small package.

"It seems your new master is a little squeamish about being seen in public with a naked sex slave. Put these on!" he ordered Kayla.

Kayla opened the package. Inside was simple yet adequate clothing. She put on the plain white panties and bra first. Apparently someone at the Academy had thought to check her file because they actually fit comfortably. The dress was only a simple blue and white print dress, but it was the first nonsexual clothing she had worn in months. She savored the unexpected luxury of wearing real clothing.

Glancing at her clad form in a nearby mirror, she was surprised to see someone that looked a lot like her old corporate self looking back at her. She wondered what her former coworkers would think if they met her now and learned what had happened to her.

The package had no pantyhose, nylons, or shoes. Apparently her master wished her to go unshod. It really did not matter to Kayla. She had gone barefoot almost her entire stay at the Academy.

Kayla presented herself to the guard again. He ran an appreciative paw over her backside as he walked around her to inspect her clothing. Kayla was so nervous she almost flinched as his questing paw slipped under her tail and grabbed her ass through the dress, but her control held.

Unable to find anything wrong with her, the ocelot snapped the lead back onto Kayla's collar. He guided her to a large, well-lit foyer that served as the main public entrance to the Academy. In the highly polished marble floor, Kayla could see the reflections of statuary of furs in various sexually suggestive positions. Much of the foyer molding and ornaments she could see reflected in the floor were covered in gold leaf.

The Head Mistress and Kayla's master stood talking by the front door. Various furs of both sexes were arriving for the night's entertainment. Briefly Kayla wondered who would be serving them tonight. Right now, though, she had much larger concerns for herself.

The guard presented Kayla's lead to the wolf. He took it and the last step in her sale was complete. There was no turning back now.

Kayla was owned by this wolf.

Kayla started to drop to her knees again. The wolf snapped upwards on her lead.

"Remain standing. We will leave in a few moments, and I do not want you to get your dress dirty."

Again Kayla was struck by the cool indifference of her master's voice. She had little doubt that he cared more about the dress she was wearing than her.

Kayla closed her eyes and silently cried. Not for the first time she wished her first master had taken her away from the Academy and her servitude.

Her master turned back to the tigress and said, "I'll keep your offer in mind. If it fails to produce satisfactory results during mating and other sex play, I'll bring it back and have it 'retrained' for the fee we agreed upon. But for now, I will simply bid you good night so I can go home and try out my new purchase."

The wolf led Kayla outside. It was a clear, cold night. She could see the breath of the golden retriever valet as he ran to find her master's car. After the constant warmth of the Academy, Kayla was glad for her thick insulating fur that protected her from the cold night air.

The valet returned with their car. It was an autopilot limousine and appeared to be very expensive. The valet popped out of the silver car and held open the door for her master. Kayla snuck a quick look into the interior.

The portion she could see consisted of two wide bench seats facing each other. Inside Kayla recognized several amenities such as a video phone, a refrigerator and an entertainment center. Everything was done up in rich red leather and cloth. The cushions looked extremely soft and deep. There were many closed storage compartments that could hold anything. Kayla wondered if the car might have other uses tonight besides taking her and her master home.

"In!" her master commanded aloofly.

Kayla slid into the front seat and sat facing the rear of the car. She spread her legs as far as her dress would permit without hiking it up to her waist. She placed her hands back on her thighs and dropped her gaze to the floor. She saw her master's feet as he slid into the car. The valet closed the door, and they were effectively cut off from the outside world behind the dark glass windows.

The wolf punched something into a keypad beside his left paw. The car came to life and sped off into the darkness. Kayla briefly raised her eyes to look out the back window. Her last sight of the Academy was of its brightly lit exterior. She could not help but think that from the outside it looked like some resort hotel rather than the cruel hellhole it really was.

The pair of furs traveled on for ten minutes. Kayla fidgeted inside. Her new master had not spoken to her at all. She had no idea what he wanted or if she had somehow displeased him already. No doubt if she had her master would express his disapproval with a whip or worse.

There was a small ping and a speaker came to life. A pleasant female voice reported, "Systems check complete. No abnormalities found. No exterior scanning detected. All systems nominal."

Kayla heard her new master sigh. Under his breath she could just barely hear him say, "I'm surprised those bastards didn't try bugging the car."

Kayla felt a large paw under her muzzle. Gently it pushed up her head until she was forced to look her new master full in the face. She was surprised to see a gentle smile on his muzzle. His eyes were surprisingly animated for someone who had appeared so indifferent to her very existence a few moments ago.

"Hello, Kayla. My name is David. I am your new master."

Master David's voice had changed completely. Gone was the indifference. In its place was a warm, caring tone. She had to blink several times as she rapidly tried to adjust to the sudden change in her master's demeanor.

Master David released Kayla's muzzle. He unsnapped the leather lead and tossed it into a storage compartment. She started to drop her head back down, but he stopped her with his paw.

"There is no need to duck your head in my presence, Kayla." he said mildly.

Kayla blinked. She was bewildered and uncertain what to do.

Seeing Kayla's obvious confusion, Master David decided to try to calm her with some food. He opened the refrigerator beside his left knee, bent over and rummaged around.

"Let's see... We have milk, orange juice, water, dilute battery acid guaranteed to remove any and all internal parasites and other organisms masquerading as a cola –"

Unexpectedly Kayla gave a single sharp bark of otter laughter at her master's joke. Shocked at her involuntary response, she grabbed her muzzle. She hoped her new master would not beat her too severely.

Instead Master David raised his head to face her and grinned broadly.

"I'm glad to see you still have some sense of humor. I know what the inside of places like the Academy are like. It's one of the reasons I avoid them," he told her softly.

Master David turned back to the refrigerator.

"So what would you like to drink, Kayla?" Master David continued more briskly.

It had been so long since Kayla had drunk anything besides bland distilled water. All of the drinks sounded wonderful to her. She made her decision.

"May I please have some orange juice, Master?" Kayla quietly asked.

Master David handed Kayla a small bottle of orange juice. She opened it and suckled on the bottle. She had to close her eyes. After so long without anything but water, the orange juice tasted heavenly.

Kayla felt something dropped on her lap. Looking down, she was surprised to see an open tin of sardines. In her former life she had loved to lay back on the sofa, watch a romantic movie, and slide each sardine slowly down her throat. The fare at the Academy had been an uninspiring bland mush. Now her master was handing her a full tin of fish.

"Go ahead and eat, Kayla. We have about twenty minutes before we get home. This should take the edge off your appetite," he told her.

Kayla needed no further encouraging. She started devouring the tiny fish. She was so involved in sliding the small fish into her mouth and down her throat she missed her master turning away. A disturbed look was upon his face, but Master David said nothing.

Kayla finished her repast and glanced at her master. Now that she was done she was not sure what to do.

Master David opened a small compartment and handed her a wet towel. Kayla daintily wiped her muzzle and paws with it. When she was done, he took it and the rest of her trash and dropped it into a disposal.

Master David leaned forward and looked like he was about to say something, but they both suddenly became aware that the limousine was rapidly decelerating and entering an underground parking garage.

Master David sat back in his seat and waited for the car to come to a halt. The car pulled into a bright underground room. A young gray wolf ran up to the car and opened the limousine door. He stood respectfully to one side as Master David exited the car.

"Good evening, Mr. Wolf. Was your shopping trip successful?" the valet politely inquired.

"You tell me," David replied with a jaunty wink.

Master David reached in and offered Kayla his right paw. She was unaccustomed to any male helping her in and out of a car even in her old life. She placed her paw on his and let him assist her from the car.

David presented Kayla to the young valet.

"Well, Mike, do you think I made a good purchase?" he jokingly asked.

The young wolf's jaw dropped and his eyes opened wide at the sight of the beautiful otteress accompanying Master David. Furthermore, he knew full well what the leather collar about her throat meant. He swallowed hard and blinked several times to regain his composure. The reaction of the teenage wolf reminded her of so many other young male guests that she had met at the Academy. She gave him a small smile before ducking her head and lowering her eyes.

"Yes, sir. I think you made a fine purchase, sir," Mike replied nervously.

Master David laughed but quickly turned serious.

"Mike, this is Kayla. She will be my new slave. If I am not around see that she is well treated and that she gets anything she needs. If there are any problems, especially with other residents or anyone from the Academy harassing her, call Security and me immediately. Is that understood?"

"The Academy...?! Yes, Mr. Wolf!"

"And please see that the rest of the staff gets the same message. I will take a very dim view of anyone annoying, denigrating or, even worse, harming Kayla in any way."

"I'll make sure everyone is told by tomorrow, sir."

"Thank you, Mike," David said as he slipped a one hundred credit bill into the young valet's paw.

Mike disappeared into the limousine and drove it to a reserved spot slightly further back in the garage. Master David put his left arm around Kayla's shoulders and led her to a bank of elevators on one side of the entrance area. The far right elevator had no button. Instead David shielded Kayla's view and punched a code into the keypad beside the door. She could hear the elevator descend. The two furs stood in silence while they waited for the elevator to arrive. A couple of minutes later the door opened.

The interior of the elevator car was lined with dark mahogany wood polished to a shine, ornate mirrors and gold gilding. A small crystal chandelier hung from the roof of the car. They stepped into the car. Kayla noticed there were only a single up and down button and no floor numbers on the inside of the elevator. This had to be her master's private elevator.

Master David punched the up button. The doors closed and the elevator began to rise.

The car continued to climb for several minutes. Kayla tried to mentally figure out how high up they were to take her mind off the male standing beside her. Even her lowest estimate was making her nervous. Only the ultra rich could afford to live this high up.

The doors opened up to an extravagant foyer. Granite and marble made up the floor and walls. Rare art pieces by various masters hung in niches in the wall. In the center of the foyer was a reproduction of Botticelli's The Birth of Venus rendered in pure white marble. It took Kayla several moments to realize this Venus was an otteress.

Master David waited patiently while Kayla began to take in her new home. After she had stared at the rare and magnificent artwork for a couple of minutes he gave her a gentle push between her shoulder blades to get her moving into the penthouse.

Kayla was afraid that she had made Master David angry with her dallying, but when she risked a glance up at him she saw that he had a huge grin on his muzzle. He seemed to actually be enjoying her reaction. Indeed Master David was savoring the stunned expression on her face as she saw his home for the first time.

Master David placed his right arm on her shoulders and lead Kayla into the foyer. The elevator doors silently closed behind them. They were alone in the penthouse suite.

Master David pointed to an open door on their left.

"My office is here. I frequently work at home and have many visitors. There are also direct hardwired connections into my company's Intranet and a complete holoconferencing unit."

Kayla nodded her head. She had used a virtual private network in her past life. For the first time in some time she felt the first faint stirrings of interest in something not related to being a sex slave. She kept silent and allowed the tour to continue.

There were two elevators off the foyer. One was the private one that went only between the garage area and the penthouse. The other was a more public elevator that required a special numeric passcode from the passengers to operate.

Master David took her to each niche and showed her his paintings and sculptures. Each was done by a master or a rising star. All were of the highest quality. He took her over to the Botticelli reproduction.

"I always thought an otteress would have been better, so when I had a chance I commissioned D.s. Katt to carve me a sculpture based on Botticelli's painting." Master David paused and eyed the sculpture critically. "I rather like the way it turned out."

Master David led her forward into the main living area. Two thirds of the floor space was dominated by a sunken living room. Throughout the open area were scattered chairs, sofas, pillows and mats for seating or lounging by a wide variety of fur species. Tables of varying sizes and heights were interspersed with artistic sculptures from old and modern masters. Books, magazines and video plates were strategically placed throughout the living room.

Kayla's attention was drawn to the far wall, though. Both the wall in front of her and to her left consisted of floor-to-ceiling glass windows. Beyond in the night she could see the million lights of the city far below and the rising moons above. The shear beauty of the fairy tale scene took he breath away.

Master David followed the direction of Kayla's gaze. He smiled and gently nudged her forward. Together they descended the two wide steps to the living room floor and crossed to the far windows. Kayla stared out at the city lights far below her. She had to be at least two hundred stories up.

After several seconds Master David quietly said, "I often like to come here after a hard day and watch the sunset."

Kayla was so absorbed in the view she only absently nodded. It was not until several minutes later she realized she was standing there dumbfounded. She nervously glanced at him. He stood beside her quietly watching her. A pleased smile played over his muzzle. Kayla tentatively answered it with one of her own.

"Would you like to see some more of your new home, Kayla?" he asked her softly.

Kayla followed her master off to their right. They ascended two steps to a dining area. The near side was open to the living room. Like the living room, the outside wall was floor-to-ceiling windows. Furs could eat their evening meal while watching the sunset. The wall opposite the living room had swinging double doors on the right and built-in lighted china cabinets covering two thirds of the wall to the left. A variety of expensive china patterns were on display.

An ancient wood table easily twenty feet long dominated the center of the dining room. Around it were arranged a dozen ornate chairs of equal age. Above the chair hung an exquisite crystal chandelier. A large serving buffet had been placed against the wall to the right.

Kayla noticed two place settings had been set at the head of the table.

"Would you like some dinner now?" Master David asked.

Kayla's stomach rumbled loudly at the mention of food. She looked down at in shock. Master David gave a small laugh. Kayla could not help but chuckle as well. She felt a gradual easing of her tense muscles. Apparently this male fur at least had a sense of humor.

Kayla followed her master through the double doors into a gourmet kitchen. The far wall had extensive windows looking south into the heart of the city. To her left was a pantry and walk-in refrigerator/freezer. The kitchen had a wide variety of the finest modern appliances, large and small. A multiplicity of pots and pans hung on display from the ceiling above the work surfaces.

Master David went to the work table in the center of the kitchen and opened several containers recently delivered from a local restaurant. He lifted out a variety of gourmet food dishes. Kayla nearly fainted when he extracted half a smoked salmon from one container. The food was already on warmed serving platters, so all they had to do was take them into the dining room.

Once everything was on the table, Master David pulled out Kayla's chair and seated her. She was surprised at his gesture. No male fur had ever done it for her before, not even her boyfriends. Now she was a slave, and a rich male fur was treating her like a princess.

Master David uncorked a bottle of white wine he had taken out of the wine cooler and poured them each a glass.

"I hope you like tonight's dinner, Kayla."

Kayla had to duck her head. She had always been afraid that when she was finally sold it would be to a hardened fur that saw her only as an object to satisfy his or even her sexual lusts. Yet this male was talking to her like a normal fur and seemed to actually care about her as a being, not a sex toy.

"I'm sure I shall, Master. The food smells delicious," Kayla quietly replied.

David sat down in his chair and took a sip of the wine.

"Antonio's is an excellent restaurant. I often go there for dinner. I'll have to take you there soon. In the meantime, enjoy your first meal in your new home."

They ate in silence. Kayla savored the rich food. She tried to think of the last time she had eaten anything even close to this fine a meal, but she could not think of any other time, not even her sixteenth birthday when they had taken her to that fancy restaurant. Of course, after the unappealing fare at the Academy, even the simplest of meals would have been a godsend of taste and texture.

Kayla was aware of her master watching her every move while they ate. Only his relaxed attitude and casual smile kept her nervousness in check. He refilled her wine glass twice during the dinner as she worked her way through the majority of the salmon.

For her part, Kayla split her attention almost equally between the heavenly fish before her and her new master. She circumspectly studied the wolf across the table from her.

He was older than her by a couple of decades. She guessed his age to be around forty-five. There was a bit of gray in his muzzle, but his body appeared to be muscular and well toned. He was a bit tall, but not unusually so. The top of Kayla's head came up to his muzzle.

Kayla was still nagged by the feeling she had seen him before. It took her most of the meal before she could place him, though.

During her performance last night at the Academy party there had been several males watching her. Most were the normal patrons, interested in sex and other entertainment. One, though, had spent the night watching her from just beyond the bright lights that illuminated her little stage. He had been there the entire night. He never said a word to her directly, and she had not gotten a good look at him, but by the time dinner was over Kayla was certain it was Master David.

Dinner took nearly forty-five minutes. When they were done eating the meal, Master David and Kayla pushed back their plates and relaxed while sipping the last of their wine. Kayla toyed with the remains of her dessert, a confection with plenty of apples, sugar and cinnamon. After the mush that passed for food at the Academy, it was a dish of extreme decadence.

Kayla set her silverware down on the table and sat staring at her plate. She could not help but wonder what Master David had in mind for her tonight.

Kayla heard David push back his chair. He came over and stood behind her. Leaning down, he said into her ear, "Did you have enough to eat tonight?"

Kayla continued staring at her now empty plate as she replied, "Yes, Master. The fish was quite good."

Master David laughed gently.

"All the otters I take to Antonio's say the same. Now, though, how would you like to see the rest of the penthouse?"

David pulled out Kayla's chair and extended his arm to her. She blinked at it for several seconds.

"You're suppose to place a paw on my arm and allow me to help you get up, Kayla," David gently chided.

Kayla belated rose from her chair.

"I'm sorry. I'm not used to be treated so well, even before I...," Kayla's voice trailed off.

"Was taken to the Academy?" David supplied.

"Yes," she quietly replied.

David became dead serious.

"Kayla, you can expect to be well treated by me during your stay here. I am not some monster."

"Then why were you at the Academy last night?" Kayla blurted out without thinking.

David went dead still. Kayla suddenly realized she implications of what she had just said. She had called her new master a monster. She had no doubt that she would soon be punished for her grievous error. She dropped her muzzle and adopted a submissive posture while awaiting her master's wrath.

Instead David ran his left paw through his hair.

"Actually, I normally have no use for the Academy. I am well aware of what happens to the unlucky furs that are enslaved within those walls."

David paused before continuing in a steady voice, "Yesterday I was evaluating a new supplier. My company could be placing a very large order with his production facility. If we do, their business would more than double. The owner himself was working with me. We worked all day hammering out the details of the job -- production schedules, deliver times, costs -- and then we went to dinner. Afterwards I was expecting us to head back here since it was fairly late by then.

"Instead he grabbed a taxi for us and took me to the Academy. He had managed to buy entry for us to last night's revelry. He thought it would impress me and seal the deal if I got laid by one of the Academy's sex slaves. Or he may have had plans to get me doing something kinky on tape and use it to blackmail me.

"When I saw where we were, I nearly canceled the deal then and there. Fortunately for you, I decided to let the badger have more rope to hang himself with. So I went along for the ride. We had drinks in the parlor while being served by the naked slaves parading around.

"Then he took me next door to show me slaves mating publicly for the patrons' entertainment. He seemed to think that might get me excited, and I would lower my guard. He made it a point to go to all the pairings and talk about the various benefits and shortcomings of each coupling. He seemed to particularly enjoy the young vixen getting spanked.

"Next we went to a room with huge video displays on all four walls. They featured slaves from various species waiting for the patrons' pleasure in some of the private rooms. In case you never guessed, when you were in those rooms you were on public display whenever you were not with a fur. He tried to get me to take one, but instead I insisted we continue on to see the other 'delights' the Academy had presented for us. Actually I was just making sure I would not get into a more compromising situation.

"So we came to the room you were in. You were center stage, performing amazing sexual gymnastics. Your fur glistened from the sweat raised by the lights and your intense concentration. I liked what I saw, so I decided to dally and enjoy the sights. I told the badger I wanted to watch the show for a while. He took one look at you and grinned at me.

"I meant to stay only a few minutes at most and then leave, but the badger had some other plans. He went and got one of the guards. They were talking close enough that I could overhear them. The badger was trying to arrange for you to entertain me privately. The guard was politely refusing.

"Finally the badger asked the guard flat out why you were unavailable. He replied that you were going to be starting retraining soon and were therefore unavailable. My host was obviously confused and asked what the heck retraining meant."

Master David stopped talking for several seconds.

"To quote the guard," he resumed, "'We are going to tear out her mind in two days and replace it with something better.'"

Kayla stood shaking. She knew that was to have been her fate, but to hear it stated so coldly and callously still frightened her.

Master David slipped an arm around Kayla and drew her close in a tender embrace. He whispered in her ear, "I have to say this about that damn badger. I think he was as shocked as I was. He walked off in a daze. I for my part spent the rest of the evening watching you and thinking.

"In the morning I made some inquiries. I got in touch with the Head Mistress. She was very reluctant to talk to me about you and offered other otteresses for sale. I started talking about large sums of credits but only for you. That got her to consider selling you to me. Late this afternoon I was able to settle on a price for you. I picked you up and brought you home."

Master David released Kayla and took a step back.

"And that brings us up to now."

Kayla turned to face her master and dropped to her knees. She bowed her head and said, "Thank you, Master David, for rescuing me."

David ran his right paw through Kayla's hair.

"I have my own reasons for what I did. Some you can guess. Let's face it. You are a very beautiful and desirable young female fur. There are other reasons as well, though. Maybe one day you will learn about them."

Master David leaned down and took Kayla's paws in his own. He helped her back up to her feet.

"For now, though, how would you like to continue the tour?"

Kayla nodded yes. She did not trust herself to speak.

On the other side of the dining room wall was a wide hallway. There was a large door halfway down the hallway. Kayla recognized the design from her old office building. It was a heavy-duty soundproof automatic door. She frowned as she tried to figure out why such a door would be in the penthouse.

"I think we will probably spend a lot of time in here, Kayla," Master David said.

Master David touched the control panel and the door slid open. Kayla's imagination had been going wild despite her master's reassurances. She had been expecting a dungeon or an orgy pit. Instead inside was a large home theater with studio quality audio and video equipment. She had always loved movies, and this theater beat most of the commercial venues she had attended. There was comfortable seating for about fifty furs, extensive beverage and snack dispensers and even gourmet food in the refrigerator ready for the light oven.

Further down the hallway another short hallway branched off to the right. A simple half bathroom with facilities for several male furs was near the main hallway. Further back a second door opened into an impressive lounge for female furs. The outer room featured make-up tables for quick touchups. Further inside were several toilets and other facilities.

"I do a lot of entertaining for pleasure and business," Master David explained as he shut the outer door to the females' lounge. "There are times when there will be a couple of hundred furs in the penthouse. Things get rather crowded then. We even have to use the upstairs facilities."

"Upstairs facilities?" Kayla asked.

Master David guided Kayla to the end of the main hallway. He opened a large set of double doors and folded them back. Inside was a large room with a graceful curved staircase leading upwards. More artwork decorated the walls. In the center of the room a statue of a female otter apparently playing in water sat highlighted in a spotlight shining from above.

The penthouse had a second floor.

Now Kayla knew her master must be truly among the richest of the rich. They were well over two hundred stories up. She could only guess at how many tens of millions of credits such a penthouse alone would cost. Add the fine furniture, exquisite art collection and technological toys, and there had to be several hundred million credits worth of goods on just the first floor.

Master David led Kayla up the stairs. At the top he opened another set of double doors and folded them back. In a way, Kayla was faintly disappointed. All that was visible was a single ten foot wide hallway. On the walls were more artwork. Normally she would have thought some of the paintings were reproductions of pieces from museum collections, but after what she had seen so far she suspected they were instead the originals. Her new master seemed to have an affinity for fine art and the money to acquire it.

There were two doors on the right, two doors on the left, and a double door at the far end of the hallway.

Master David showed her the two rooms to the right first. Each was a simple yet elegant guest bedroom. They were well appointed with fine furniture and a variety of gadgets. The private bathrooms were opulent in their own right. Kayla correctly perceived, though, that unlike the other rooms these had been laid out and done by decorators without great involvement from her master. While very nice, they lacked a certain indefinable personal quality.

The first room on the left was a library easily sixty feet wide by thirty feet deep. Jazz music was playing from hidden speakers. Plush red carpeting stretched from wall to wall. The deep pile felt good to Kayla's soles. Dark stained walnut floor-to-ceiling bookcases covered all available wall space. More bookcases were arranged in the center of the room. Overstuffed furniture was grouped at both ends of the room. Master David showed her the hidden projection screens that dropped from the ceiling and gave access to the Internet, video feeds or any other available information source.

Kayla quickly read off some of the titles while her master showed off his collection. There were several business related titles, but much of the collection consisted of science fiction and fantasy. She had to grin when she saw a whole section dedicated to two of her favorite on-line romance authors. She took a book off the shelf and glanced inside the leather look covers. The stories had been printed on acid-free paper and bound using archival quality bindings.

They exited the library and continued on down the hallway. Master David opened the second door on the left.

"This," he told Kayla, "is your room."

Spartan was the only way to describe the room. Everything was white - the carpet, the walls, the ceiling, and even the furniture. There was a dresser beside the door, a king size bed, and a make-up table with straight-backed chair.

Kayla ran a practiced eye over the bed, but there were no visible restraints or rings for binding her. On the other paw, there could be things hidden in the dresser or elsewhere, and the bedspread hid the floor and bed legs from view. Many things could lurk underneath the bed.

Still, the room was generous in size at fifteen feet by twenty feet. Her entire first apartment had been almost as large.

Master David led Kayla towards a doorway on the opposite wall. He chuckled as she paused and tested the firmness of the mattress.

On the other side of the door was a large walk-in closet. There was extensive storage for clothing, shoes, accessories, and everything else, but there was not a single item in the closet.

"We will go shopping tomorrow for some clothing for you, Kayla," Master David informed her.

He smiled and gave her a wink.

"Which, of course, means I will see a lot of my hard earned credits disappear."

Kayla looked up in surprise at her master. Surely he could not be serious? He was nodding yes, though. He really did intend to lavish clothing on her, a newly bought slave. She wondered what the price she would pay would be.

They continued on through another door into a large bathroom. Kayla grinned at the sight of the generous sized whirlpool tub. It was designed to hold at least two furs. The ornate gilding of the fixtures and the heavily veined marble tiles on the floor and walls added a touch of elegance to the otherwise plain room.

The final door led to an exercise room. There was a treadmill, a weight machine, a stair climber and a rowing machine lined up facing the outside wall. Obviously her master expected her to keep in shape. She remembered the many long hours of fitness training at the Academy. She had not suffered as much as Trouble, but the classes had been tough on her. She had hoped they were over.

There was a definite consolation here, though. As with the living and dining rooms below the outer wall consisted of floor-to-ceiling windows. Since they were facing east, she would be able to watch the sunrise as she worked out in the morning.

Master David led Kayla back to the bedroom. She frowned. Her suite of rooms was easily twice as deep as the library. Her train of thought was interrupted as Master David pointed to the chair in front of the make-up table and said, "Sit."

Kayla sat down in the chair. The hard seat and straight back were slightly uncomfortable, but not greatly so. As soon as the mirror sensed her presence, the lights around the mirror illuminated, She was bathed in shadowless sunshine.

Master David gathered up Kayla's hair in his paws. He lifted it away from her neck and held it to her left side.

"Hold this, Kayla," he commanded her.

Kayla took her hair in her paws.

Master David's fingers played with the buckle on her collar for several seconds before it opened. He removed her collar and placed it on the table. Kayla glanced at it. After wearing it for so long it felt strange not to have it around her neck.

Master David opened the right hand drawer and pulled out a small, plain white box. He opened it and took out something. He palmed it in his right paw before Kayla could tell what he had.

"I hope you like this, Kayla," Master David told her.

Master David put his paws in front of Kayla's face. He pulled out a thin gold chain from his right paw and held it in front of her. It was a jointed choker-style necklace. In the mirror Kayla could see a small oval plate in the middle of the necklace. She looked down and saw her name engraved in an elegant script font on one side and her master's name on the back.

It was a new collar for her that looked like it could have come from Tiffany's or some other fine jeweler.

Master David wrapped the collar around her neck and fastened the clasp at the back. In the mirror Kayla could see the gold chain laying against her pelt. She had to admit it looked good on her even if it was a slave collar.

"Thank you, Master David," Kayla said. "The new collar looks very fashionable."

"I'm glad you like it, Kayla."

Master David assisted her up from her chair. Together they went back out into the hallway, turned left and walked to the end of the hallway.

Master David opened the double doors at the end of the hallway to reveal the master bedroom. He escorted her into the room and gave her a tour of his innermost sanctum.

There was no mistaking the bedroom was a male's. It was lightly furnished, and the decorating lacked the delicacy of a female fur's paw. Still, the furnishings were of the highest quality and more artwork decorated the room. It also had a warm, cozy feeling somewhat like a ski lodge or other intimate resort.

Kayla's eyes were drawn first to the bed. It was an Emperor-sized bed or larger. The Academy would have used it for orgies. The headboard featured a large mirror attached to the wall with ample storage below and a large number of recessed quartz halogen lights above. Master David had a variety of books sitting on the shelf beneath the mirror.

Kayla glanced at the far end of the room. Again the wall was made up of floor-to-ceiling windows. In the morning the furs in bed would be treated to the sunrise as they lay in bed.

Beside the bed were a pair of large nightstands. To the right side of the bed was an open doorway leading into a darkened room. On the left side of the bed were a series of closet doors.

Master David took Kayla over to the open door and turned on the lights. Inside was a simple yet sumptuous bathroom. Like her own bathroom, this one featured rose tinted marble throughout. The exception was the shower stall at the far end which was lined with granite.

Kayla had to walk over to the bath and examine it in more detail. As large as hers was, this one was huge. A half-dozen furs could lounge within the whirlpool bath with ease. There were built-in seats and benches for the occupants, and more jets than she had ever seen in any spa. An elaborate control panel was located on the wall beside the gold covered faucet,

Master David interrupted her inspection by saying, "I often like to come home after particularly hard days and sit in here while the water takes away my tension. The designers did an excellent job with the jets; they can cycle through in short bursts to give one a very relaxing massage."

Master David gave Kayla a sly wink.

"I've found that the female furs also like the jets in the seats for other reasons."

Kayla gave a quick look at one of the seats. Some of the jets could easily be adjusted to spray her crotch. She could just imagine what it would be like to lay back in a vat of warm water with her legs spread wide and have strong jets of water fellate her. No wonder the females enjoyed the bathtub so much!

They returned to the main bedroom and continued their tour. Opposite the doorway to the hall was a pair of dressers. At the end of the bedroom opposite the bed a sitting area had been arranged at that end of the room. A long wet bar was set against the wall shared with her bedroom. Beside the windows near the bar was yet another control panel.

A mischievous grin appeared on Master David's muzzle.

"I think you might like this, Kayla," he said to her.

Master David tapped out some instructions on the command pad beside the windows. The lights inside the bedroom dimmed. She looked at her master. He pointed with his muzzle to indicate she was to watch the windows. Another tap of a finger on the command pad rolled back the panes of glass and turned on lights on the other side.

Outside was an enclosed rooftop garden. A variety of exotic and mundane plants flourished in the moist, balmy atmosphere. Various mats and lounge chairs were scattered about the enclosure. The floor was covered in luxuriant natural grass.

Kayla barely noticed them. As soon as the soundproof glass opened she could hear the rush of a waterfall. Her nose twitched as she smelled the clean, cool water beyond the glass. Underwater lights came on to reveal a pool fifteen feet wide by thirty feet long. To her left a waterfall erupted from a rock formation. The water cascaded along a steep winding streambed before falling into the pool.

In all the time that Kayla had been at the Academy the largest body of water she had seen had been the bathtubs. For an otter, being away from water and denied the ability to swim freely is the cruelest torture. Kayla silently prayed her master would allow her to swim freely again.

Mater David took Kayla's left paw and lead her out to the edge of the pool. She looked down into the clear water. The pool was only six feet deep at most, but it was more than adequate for a late night swim. She stood staring at the water for almost a minute remembering the feel of the cool fluid flowing over her body.

Master David leaned close to Kayla.

"Care to go skinny-dipping?" he casually asked her.

Kayla looked up at her master. Tears flowed freely down her muzzle to mix with the water of the pool. Master David motioned her to turn around. He assisted her by unzipping her dress. Without even thinking Kayla slid out of dress with the supple grace of an otter. She missed the appreciative smile on Master David's muzzle at the sight of her body gyrating. She reached behind her and unsnapped the bra. It joined the dress on the grass. She slid her panties down her legs. Master David's smile became a radiant grin as she bent over with tail lifted high and slid the white panties off her ankles.

Kayla did not even bother to stand back up. She dived straight into the water and submerged. In an instant she crossed the width of the pool. With the skill and speed of an amphibious mammal, she cruised the length and breadth of the pool several times before sticking her nose above water to grab a quick breath of air. She immediately dived again and began to explore the bottom of the pool.

Kayla discovered she was not alone in the pool. The waters had several schools of fish that scattered at her approach. Fortunately for them she had just eaten or they would have quickly fallen prey to her. The bottom of the pool held plants and rocks that provided many hiding places for even more fish and crustaceans.

Kayla swam about the pool with raw abandon, savoring the freedom of the water. It was several minutes before she felt and heard her master enter the pool. She stuck her head above water just far enough to watch him descend the short flight of stairs in one corner of the pool. He had taken the time to place Kayla's clothes over the back of a chair and remove his own.

For the first time Kayla got a look at the naked body of her master. He was well muscled but not overly so. His coat was jet black with the exception of some gray fur on his muzzle and hair. Kayla dropped her gaze to between her master's legs. His sheath was good sized. She was slightly surprised to not see an erect penis.

Master David swam to the far end of the pool and beckoned Kayla to him. She slid through the water and floated beside him. He reached out and gently submerged her head with his left paw. With his right paw, he pointed at the side of the pool.

Rather than being made of concrete, the outside wall of the pool was an extension of the single piece of thick polycarbonate that made up the outer wall of the enclosure. The clear plastic allowed Kayla to look out upon the lights of the city while submerged within the pool. She swam closer until her nose touched the hard plastic. It was a couple of minutes before her head broke the surface of the water again.

Master David began to swim laps in the pool. He lacked the raw natural ability of an otter, but he still was a strong swimmer. Kayla swam along with her new master. She would flick from side to side, beneath, in front and behind him. He seemed to enjoy the sport as much as her.

After fifteen minutes, Master David stopped at the shallow end of the pool. Kayla surfaces and floated beside him.

Master David turned to Kayla and said, "When the architect and landscape designers were working on this pool, I insisted they have a slide suitable for an otter."

Kayla looked at the waterfall and the stream beneath it. The center of the stream had a slightly deeper channel with a smooth bottom. Kayla's tummy would fit inside it very nicely indeed. A series of carefully placed rock ledges created a staircase up to the top of the waterfall.

Kayla glanced at her master. He nodded his permission to her. She crossed the pool in a flash and scampered up the rocks. She got down on all fours and pushed herself off into the stream. She slid muzzle first down the streambed as easily as going down a water slide. She purposefully made a big splash that struck her master. He shielded his face from the spray. Taking advantage of his temporary sightlessness, Kayla swam underwater over to him and gave him a quick hug before returning to the slide for more play.

Kayla repeatedly slid down the streambed and dived into the pool She would swim about for several seconds before returning to the top of the rocks to start her play again. In the pool Master David continued to swim laps with strong, graceful overhand strokes.

Kayla was aware when her master stopped swimming and started lounging in the pool across from the streambed. She could see him watching her body sliding down the slippery slope. He was being treated to her assets shaking back and forth as the curves of the slide pushed her body about. She did not care, though. The feel of water and the joy of a new otter slide were just too much.

Even Kayla's seemingly inexhaustible otter energy eventually wound down. Breathing heavily, she stopped swimming and started floating on her back. Master David tapped the surface of the water beside him. Kayla gave a couple of strong flicks of her flippers and came to rest beside him. He was smiling kindly at her.

"So, was I correct that you would like this pool, Kayla?" he asked her.

Kayla's wide grin was all the response he needed.

Master David turned serious.

"Now, though, I think it is time to discuss your responsibilities."

Kayla sank down in the water and bowed her head. Now it was time to learn the cost of living here. She hoped it would not be too great. She steeled herself for the inevitable demands to be made upon her as a pleasure slave.

"First, the mundane stuff. I am frequently away from home during the entire day. That makes it difficult at times to receive packages, oversee service calls, watch the cleaning staff, et cetera. Your file indicates you were a lower-middle manager with several people working with and under you. Is that correct?"

"Yes, Master," Kayla replied quietly.

"Good! Then overseeing the staff will not be too great a burden for you."

Kayla blinked. He had just put her, his newest slave, in charge of his household staff?

"Your file also indicates you lived alone in an apartment before going to the Academy."

Kayla nodded her head yes. The damn Academy must have put together a complete dossier on her for her new master. Based on Trouble's experience she suspected it included a complete psychological profile. She wondered what else was in it.

"Since you've lived alone, you know the basic needs of a household. You will be responsible for buying the food stores, bathroom supplies, and everything else we need. You will have access to Web ordering. I already have accounts at many places, so all you have to do is order the goods and schedule their deliveries. A complete list of my preferred foods, drinks, and toiletries will be on each Web site. In addition, you may select what you prefer and new items as you see fit. When we chose to order out, you will be responsible for placing the orders with the restaurants and having the food delivered on time. You will also be responsible for reconciling the bills and account balances at the end of each month."

Now Kayla was totally confused. He had casually given her control of the household budget.

Master David continued, "Your file does not say if you can cook. Can you?"

Kayla shook her head to clear it.

"Some, Master, but I am nowhere near as good as the chef that prepared tonight's dinner," she replied.

Master David smiled back at Kayla.

"Neither am I, but that does not stop me from picking up a knife every so often. Personally I find it relaxing and satisfying to eat food that I prepared myself. If you wish, you may take on the role of cook as well."

Master David adjusted his position so he was facing her directly.

"I will often work in my home office. While here I will have a variety of visitors. Sometimes I will be tied up with work. When that happens, you will be responsible for entertaining them. Likewise I frequently hold dinner parties and other events downstairs. You will act as hostess for those events and see that my guests are kept happy."

Kayla's muzzle sank with every word her master uttered until the tip of her nose was lapped by the small waves. Now she knew what was really expected of her. For some reason, though, she was slightly disappointed that she would only serve her master's guests and not her master. Perhaps later he would use her as well.

"I will endeavor to make the best use of the many sexual techniques taught to me at the Academy to see that all of your guests are entertained to the best of my ability, Master David," she replied in a low, strained voice.

The paw was gentle but insistent. It raised her face back up and forced her to look at her master. Kayla was surprised to see him frowning and vigorously shaking his head no.

"Kayla, I have little doubt that you will use the grace, charm and social skills the Academy taught you while seeing to the needs of my guests. Between them, your wit, your intelligence and your natural beauty you will no doubt leave all who come here easy pickings for me. But if anyone lays a single improper finger on you I will personally cut it off."

Kayla was shocked by the intensity of her master's voice.

"All you are to do is see that my business guests are given food and drink, a comfortable place to rest, and pleasant conversation. When we have a party, I'll need you to mingle with the crowd, make sure no one is feeling out of sorts, start conversations, and otherwise get and keep the party going. Under no circumstances will I allow any fur to make an improper advance towards you. Most would not anyway, but if any do you are under strict orders to tell me so that I may have them removed."

Now Master David grinned at her wickedly.

"I'm sorry, Kayla, but you can't be the center of attention at my parties with your ball tricks."

Kayla was confused. Much of the training and conditioning she had received at the Academy had been geared towards pleasing her master and his guests with sex. Now that she was sold, she was unexpectedly not being required to service the whims her master's friends and guests. It seemed too good to her to be true.

Surely there was a catch somewhere? What about her master? Would she need to serve him in and out of bed?

Kayla took a deep breath. She lowered her eyes in obeisance to her master and asked, "And what role will I play in your sex life, Master David?"

Kayla felt Master David's paw stroke her face and hair. The gentle strokes calmed her. When her master spoke, she was reminded of her father when he had held her close late at night when she was a cub and comforted her after she had awakened screaming from a nightmare.

"Kayla, I am a very successful businessfur. Some would even say I am driven. But even my fiercest rivals have admitted I am respectful of the individual fur regardless if they are a corporate president or stockroom worker. That also applies to you, Kayla."

Master David paused for several seconds before continuing. Kayla snuck a glance at her master. He was looking at the water to one side and appeared uncomfortable about something.

"Kayla, you are incredibly beautiful and desirable. Do I want you? Absolutely. But I want more than just a roll in bed with you. I want your complete and total submission. There will be no halfway measures here. You will either be mine absolutely or not at all. The choice I will leave to you. In the meantime, I will not force myself upon you."

Kayla was stunned. She did not know how to reply. Fortunately her master raised his face and grinned at her.

"That doesn't mean you get off completely free, though. I like to look at beautiful young females. If you look carefully at my art you will find that most of it features scantily clad or nude female furs. Whenever you come swimming with me alone we'll be skinny-dipping. Likewise at night you will be sleeping on top of the covers and wearing nothing. Like right now I will do some touching, but nothing I would not do with a daughter or, at worst, a first cousin. I also reserve the right to give you a peck on the face or forehead when I am pleased with you."

Master David dropped his paw and moved backwards slightly. Kayla was left sitting in the pool watching him. She tried to digest what he had said and done, but the day was rapidly catching up with her. Instead of speaking, she yawned wide.

Master David chuckled. He lead Kayla out of the pool and over to a concealed fur drier. He dried himself off first to show her how to use the unfamiliar machine. He left her and went inside to the bathroom.

Kayla quickly dried off her fur. Her thoughts scattered in as many directions as her fur bent under the multiple hot air jets. It was late and her brain was turning to mush. The best she could hope to do was sleep tonight and think about what her master had said tomorrow.

As Kayla entered the master bedroom, Master David came out of the bathroom. He was still unclothed. He stopped her briefly.

"Do you prefer the doors open so we can listen to the waterfall or closed for quiet, Kayla?" he asked her.

"Whatever my master desires, of course, but, if he would consent to it, I would like to go to sleep listening to the water," Kayla replied.

"Then we'll leave the doors open, Kayla."

Master David planted a light peck on the top of her head and let her proceed to the bathroom while he crawled into bed.

Kayla quickly took care of her needs in the bathroom and cleaned up. Master David had left a set of brushes and combs on a table beside a full-length mirror. She brushed and combed her fur back into place before tackling her hair. The metal bristles of the coarse brush made short work of the tangles while a fine comb straightened out her hair.

When she was done Kayla took a good look at herself in the mirror. Her coat and hair gleamed under the light. Her white belly fur was brilliant. She looked the same as she ever had.

Yet this was her first night alone with a strange male fur that now owned her, and that made everything different. For better or worse, from this point out her life would be forever changed. She took a deep breath and left the bathroom, turning off the lights behind her.

Master David lay under the covers on the side of the bed closest to her. He patted the bed behind him. Kayla walked around the bed and lay down on top of the covers. Master David rolled over onto his back and reached over his head. He tapped a command pad and the lights went out. Outside Kayla could see the last moon rising. The light provided a gentle silver glow within the bedroom.

Master David turned onto his side and faced Kayla. His left paw reached out and found her belly. He gently petted her stomach.

"Kayla, you may remain here after I go to sleep or you may return to your own bedroom. The choice of where you sleep at night is yours," he told her.

Master David leaned forward and gave her a small peck on the cheek before lowering his head to his pillow.

"Good night, Kayla. Try to sleep well."

Later that night as Kayla drifted off to sleep to the sound of a waterfall and her master's gentle breathing, she wondered what the days ahead would bring.

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