We've all had those days, and those nights.

The kind of day where you wake up on the wrong side of the bed, the coffee is too hot and the cereal is too cold. The car nearly runs out of gas on the way to work, and the day you have there is one for the records books. The day where you can do no right by your boss, your co-workers want nothing to do with you, and every hour feels like a whole bad week.

I was having one of those days.

I was beginning to think that there was nothing more satisfying than sliding my time card and punching out of that musky warehouse. I let out a deep, heavy sigh as I walked to my truck. I could care less about being polite and waving to people; they hadn't given me the same courtesy before.

It was the middle of the day, just about 3:40, and I had a whole day to look forward to, but I really wasn't concerned with the weather. My mate worked a shift just a bit earlier than me, so she was usually gone before I was even awake. It made mornings a bit rough, knowing that I couldn't get a kiss before I walked out the door...sometimes, it just made my apartment feel empty.

Having started the day off on the wrong paw, so to speak, I did finally start to cheer up a bit as I got into my truck and started it, immediately heading off on the short drive home. Traffic was rather calm, and it was a quick drive back to the complex. I waved to a couple neighbors as they passed by, and quickly pulled back up to my apartment.

The mere thought of my mate was starting to drive me a little bit crazy. My job certainly didn't have any lookers; granted, a man shouldn't be coveting the wives of others, so to speak, but the fact remained that all males had wandering eyes. In some ways, it was nice to not have so many attractive females at work. It reminded me how lucky I was to have one who I found so beautiful...of course, she truly was, and is still beautiful.

I was hoping to see her outside in the yard of our apartment when I arrived. I had no such luck, and the curtains were closed, so I entered the building and opened my door.

"Honey, I'm home!" I called out, right as I stepped in the door. The classic line seemed to fall on deaf ears, as no reply came from inside. I was beginning to worry just a little bit. My mate was always home before me, or at the very least, she'd leave a note in plain sight by the couch if she was out.

I stepped all the way inside and closed the door behind me, letting out of a soft sigh. I tossed my dusty shirt and keys onto the couch, stretched out my arms over my head...and suddenly tumbled towards the floor.

There, atop my chest, was the rambunctious vixen that I'd come to call my own. She'd pinned me down to the floor completely, taking advantage of the momentary position of my arms. Her dainty paws were surprisingly strong, resting upon my biceps, and pushing them back, so I couldn't begin to fight back. 

"Hi," she said simply, in that cute, almost curious greeting voice of hers. Her bright, captivating jade eyes immediately met with my own tired, soft blues, and I knew that I was blushing under my dark, black fur.  

She was smiling playfully across that narrow, fennec maw. I'd come to truly adore her smile, and the playfulness that came along with it. She was able to be serious when the situation called for it, and her romantic nature borderlined on making her a female Shakespeare, but it was the truth of her nature, that playful vixen blood inside of her, that always had a way of making me smile. After a long day of dealing with dull, gray walls, boring brown boxes, and people who couldn't smile if they tried, just seeing the pearly white tips of her fangs could make my day.

"Hello there...decided to catch me by surprise, I see?" I asked, my tail pinned beneath my sore, tired back, but the very tip of it was free, and wriggling around in excitement.

She answered simply by licking the tip of my nose. I winced my eyes closed at the lick, my cheeks feeling a bit warmer still, and as I opened my eyes, I could see her own tail flickering over her back, twitching back and forth every couple of seconds. The way it moved almost seemed to imply that she was plotting, or perhaps that she'd had a plan for me all along.

"Yes...you seemed like you'd been kind of down the past couple days that you came home, so I decided I'd try and cheer you up a little bit!" she exclaimed, her tail giving a happy little swish at the mention of her idea. 

I smiled warmly, perhaps a bit shyly as she explained her thoughts, flattered, and glad that my mate and I had made it this far in our relationship, and yet, we could still woo each other with such simple gestures as a hug and a kiss. We were almost four years in and still going strong. I couldn't be much happier about that. 

"Well, just what did you have in mind? Do I get to whoop your butt in Kart Racing again?" I asked, giving her a playful grin and sticking my tongue out at her. The two of us loved playing Kart Racing together, but the better player was often determined by who was telling the story. I am, of course, superior in all aspects of the game.

The vixen quickly got my tongue, so to speak, and quite literally, as she leaned in quick and wrapped her lips around it. I widened my eyes in surprise as she started to lightly suckle upon my warm, moistened flesh, leaving me only to gasp as she pulled away, letting her fangs draw against my sensitive tongue. 

"You wish..." she growled, her voice a bit lower, almost husky now as she clenched my arms tightly in her paws. Her claws dragged against my fur, adding to the suddenly animalistic flair of her actions. "You get to sit back and enjoy yourself, and let your mate give you a night to remember." 

I was bewildered. I could hardly keep my head on straight as I tried to sit up a little bit, but she wouldn't give me any quarter. "That sounds like quite an idea. Of course, I am a bit sore and stiff from work. I hope you won't mind?"

She put a paw up to her lips and giggled behind it. "Oh no, my dear. You're not stiff just yet...but you will be!" she exclaimed, her tail picking up again and swishing back and forth. It was the only part of her lower half that I could see, and it was completely unfair. I could feel that she wasn't wearing jeans. I was clearly able to feel a thin fabric sliding against the bump of my own jeans, but I wasn't sure if it was a pair of shorts, or panties, or a skirt...all I knew for sure was that the warm, soft flesh of my mate was a *breath* away from my own, and it was driving me crazy!

I'm sure that Rose was able to tell I was struggling to keep control. She **loved** driving me crazy, to the point that I nearly went feral, and reaping the rewards of her teasing...I certainly didn't mind it, but this time around, my playful fennec vixen didn't seem to want to let me up. If anything, it didn't seem she was going to let me do anything at all.

"I'd tell you to close your eyes and stay back, but I'm not sure I can trust you, so I came prepared to make you follow the rules," she began to explain. Before I could even begin to ask what they were, she sat upright, and I was at a loss for words.

Until now, my mate had been a complete tease, denying me any sight of what she was wearing. I quickly took in the soft, teal tank top she was wearing, absolutely adoring the way the color looked across her light, tan fur. I was only able to enjoy the image for a moment, as she quickly slipped her paws in under her top and yanked it up over her head. I simply couldn't help a gasp as her full, supple breasts fell free from the fabric, bouncing gently once they were loose.

"I'm definitely enjoying myself so far," I said confidently, able to feel myself salivating as I looked over those delicious breasts. No matter how many times I saw them, I never could get used to just how much fun they were to cuddle up to, kiss, and much to her delight, suckle upon. "I just wonder what you'll be doi-hey!!"

Before I could finish speaking, Rose stuck her tongue out at me and tossed her tank top right into my face, blocking her nude torso from my eyes. 

"I'm doing whatever I want, baby...and I don't think you'll mind," she immediately replied. I had forgotten entirely that she wasn't holding my arms back anymore, but by the time I realized I could use them, I heard a faint metal clicking sound, and it was already too late. "Like I said, though, I don't think you can be trusted to follow the rules, so I had to make a few preparations for my naughty canine!" 

I started to reach my arms up, but immediately felt the cool metal of hand cuffs wrap around my wrists. With an almost expert amount of ease, my mate closed them around me, nice and snug so I couldn't get loose, but not so tight as to hurt me. "I...hehe, alright. I'll follow your rules. What are they?" I asked, quickly giving in, and as tired as a day of work often left me, I had absolutely no desire to fight back against a drop dead gorgeous, topless vixen with handcuffs.

I had a feeling Rose was smiling, but I still couldn't see, unable to get the tanktop off of my eyes now, and I could feel her making sure it'd stay that way. "Simple. You have to lay back and enjoy yourself, and only do what your mate tells you to," she started, as her crafty paws stretched the tank top over my eyes, once again, plenty snug so that it wouldn't move easily, but as she tied the shoulders behind my head, it felt nice and gentle. I couldn't see a damn thing, much to my dismay, but I couldn't deny liking where my mate was taking this. "And I get to do whatever I want."

Though I couldn't see if she was looking or not, I stuck my tongue out at her once again and grinned around it. "Hardly sounds fair, but I'm not complaining about getting to relax and be still," I admitted, and already, I was **completely** still, save for the excited swish of my tail.

"You won't be sitting still for very long, darling. That much, I promise you..." she said, her voice sultry, bordering on seductive, as I felt her paws release her makeshift blindfold, and then, very quickly, I felt them sliding under my shirt, up the soft fur of my chest. 

I had to give my mate credit. I'd always had a bit of a thing for light bondage, and just as much for adding a blindfold to the mix. It was flattering to me that she remembered, and it simply blew my mind that she'd taken such a strong initiative. My head was completely swimming, and it started to dive as I felt a soft, gentle pawtip stroking over one of my nipples. They were always sensitive, but with the blindfold on...it **completely** blew me away.

"Oooh! You...you weren't kidding!" I gasped, my voice coming out in a surprised, raspy breath. My body writhed involuntarily under the touch, much as I wished that I could hold still, just to make her work that much harder to make her words come true. "But I recall you saying something about me getting stiff?" I asked, obviously teasing her, and though I was in no position to, pushing my luck.

I bit my lip and winced as I felt a fang suddenly dip into my chest. It was a soft bite, but as my sense of sight faded, and my sense of touch grew stronger, that playful nibble simply took my breath away. "You're already getting there. I know you can't see it, but you can surely *feel* it...because I can feel it too," she assured me, and suddenly, that warmth of her crotch felt a lot closer to me, as she ground her hips against mine. Whether or not I wanted to, I couldn't deny that my length was starting to press out of its sheath.

I let out another hasty breath as her wet, skillful tongue brushed over my covered nipple, sending a ticklish thrill through my midsection, making it all the way down towards my hips. I felt the pinkish tip of my canine length pushing out further, now hitting against my boxers and begging to be freed from its restraints. 

There was no doubt in my mind that Rose felt it, as she let out a quiet gasp of her own, though hers seemed to be more of surprise than pleasure. As my mate continued to leave a soaking wet spot on my chest, I tried to get my arms free from the cuffs, but there was no escape to be had. My mate had truly planned ahead on this one, and she seemed determined to drive me completely crazy.

"That's what I'm talking about...don't think I didn't feel that little poke, Josh," she stated, her voice sounding almost cautionary, as if I'd stepped out of line by pressing my covered member against her. "But we can't have this poor guy all caged up like that, now, can we...?" 

Her voice was almost sing-songish, clearly meant to be a tease, but she got right to backing up her words. I felt her paws sliding down my chest, leaving my nipple to be suckled upon in her maw, keeping me on edge and in pleasure. Her pawtips were soft as feathers as they teased through my fur, the very pin-prick tips of her claws simply grazing along my flesh, the entire experience very soothing, until her paw reached the button of my jeans.

"I'd certainly prefer that he be freed," I told her, grinning like an idiot. If clouds really were numbered by a level of pleasure, I was in a rocket, blasting off and passing Clouds Seven and Eight without a care, only concerned with that elusive Cloud Nine.

I almost made it there as I felt a firm tug, and heard a faint buzzing noise, as Rose undid the button and unzipped my jeans with a hasty movement. "Don't worry; he will be...but I can't risk you trying to hold me in these legs, just yet," she explained, and as her words vibrated against my chest, she sealed her lips over my nipple and gave it a tight, nearly harsh suckle.

"Ahn!" I moaned sharply, biting my lip a moment too late to prevent the sound from escaping. It became clear that my mate simply wished to distract me, as I felt my boxers and pants tugged down in one fell swoop, but not all the way. She only tugged them down as far as my knees, adding to the element of my capture, and making it even harder to get free. Then again, what man would be crazy enough to want to get free of this?

Certainly not me.

"Feeling a little bit *sensitive*, love?" she asked, still using that tauntingly sweet voice. It had been a little while since the two of us had any real alone time to share, as busy as we'd gotten after moving in together. I couldn't have asked for a better surprise to come home to.

"You know that I am..." I half groaned, my voice still hinting at a whimper as my cock had grown fully erect from her teasing. I could feel it throbbing as it stood upright before her. 

I was worried that Rose might tease me with the anticipation of a touch, but apparently, she felt just as needy for this moment as I did. Before I could come to grips with the cool air blowing past my engorged length, a much greater sensation filled my entire body, as I felt that same wet, teasing tongue from before curl around the head of my cock.

I couldn't **see**. I couldn't **move**. All I could do was **feel**.

And it felt amazing.

"Quit biting your lip and *moan* for me," came a low, lusty growl from my mate. I was in no position to deny her, and even if I had wanted to, there was simply no way to hold in the chorus of pleasure I wished to sing for her. She sealed the deal by sealing her lips around the head of my length, and much to my surprise, taking the entire length of my shaft in just one gulp. 

She was -never- able to do that, and it was almost too much for me to take. "Rose! Ahhh...that's amazing, baby...how...?!" was all I could manage, my maw opening wide as I let out the moan of pleasure that she so desired to hear. 

I could only guess that she was grinning, and it was a white hot mental image. I would make sure to get her back for this, blindfold and all, but at the moment, I was in too much pleasure to argue. "I've been practicing," she said as she came off of my cock, gasping for air. "With the feeldoe that you bought me."

My ears flattened backwards in a shy display as she mentioned the toy. It got plenty of use around our apartment, and in a way, I was almost *jealous* of it, being an overprotective male. On the other hand, I was glad that she'd learned to go so deep, and she made me even happier for it, as she engulfed my throbbing flesh once again.

I let a small burst of precum down the back of her throat, a compliment to her fantastic improvement. She didn't ever need to improve for me, but it still meant a lot to me that she would...and the pleasure it brought was indescribable.

"Just like that, baby...just...like that!" I nearly howled in unbridled bliss, wishing that I could grab her hair and yank her somehow further down onto my length...but I couldn't. I could only lay back and be pleasured, but the desire to move my body against hers was driving me insane! She had to know it...and she was going to get it for this later, but right now, my mind was completely lost in the goal; achieving a climax. The last time she'd tied me up, I described the orgasm she gave me as being "nirvana," but as amazing as this felt already, she just might surpass that title.

"Mrnnf..." she rumbled through a mawful of my flesh, her tongue coiling around the very base of my cock, letting a trail of saliva out so that it could dribble down onto my delightfully sensitive sack. She wouldn't give me any kind of a break, as her paws, idle until now, got right to work, the first one starting to massage her saliva gently into my sack, sending a whole new jolt of pleasure through my body, as the other...well, the other was gripping tightly at my rump, but it stopped there, as she felt my hips buck forward, perhaps giving her a tiny bit more of my length than she could take.

I started to bite my lip again as she took my sack in her paws, using a playful, curious touch to rub her saliva into the flesh, the slick, soft pads of her paws smoothing over my body as if it was just her personal plaything...not that I would ever complain about that.

I felt a sudden rush of cool air as Rose pulled back off of my length again. I could only imagine how hot it would've looked to see my saliva-soaked cock glistening in front of her breasts, but I would make sure to get my fill of that another night. "I know you're holding back, baby...just cum for me...your vixen is thirsty!" she teased playfully, and before I could offer to do just that, she took my breath away with a devious move.

A single pawtip drew down my length, taking some of that saliva with it, and as she closed her lips around my cock, the pawtip pressed against my tailhole. The two movements went in time from there; as her throat swallowed down my length, the pawtip pushed up further into my tailhole.

I couldn't take it anymore.

I felt every muscle in my core contract all at once, as a rush of precum heralded a climax just moments away. I gasped feverishly, breathing as if I was sprinting for my life. "Rose...I...I...fuck..." I tried to explain, but she made it clear that she understood, as her pawtip went up to the knuckle into my tailhole, her other paw squeezed snugly on my sack, and the head of my cock pressed onto her the back of her tongue, just above her throat. It was a set up that would have any man reeling in pleasure, and it was nearly doubled by the denial of my sight. 

I was the luckiest man on earth to have such a sexy, wonderful vixen...and she was going to get that drink. "Rose! I'm cumming! Yes!" I moaned out loud, giving her the classic, gasping praise, but normally, I'd keep my voice quiet for the neighbors sake. This time, I **couldn't** give a damn about being polite if I tried, and Rose wasn't complaining, either, judging by the way her throat muscles started gulping on my shaft. 

The first burst was nearly enough to drown her, as it filled her throat, and she swallowed as much as she could on that first gulp. She decided she needed a breath, though, and as my tailhole **clenched** on her pawtip, her other paw pushed against my crotch, backing her off of my bursting length with a gasp. I wished that I could see the strands of my cum keeping her attached, but just feeling them was enough to keep my geyser gushing.

As my mate tried to catch her breath, my cock kept erupting, and as it often did when I was restrained, it was getting everywhere. I could practically imagine Rose making a face at me for the mess I was no doubt getting on her. My knot finally started to push up, needing a place to knot with, and like the sweetheart she was, my mate clasped her paw tightly around it, simulating a tie for me so that my body could finish its natural orgasm.

The spurts of cum started to slow, now more of a constant ooze, simply drenching my length and her paw in a layer of warm, sticky seed. My breathing started to slow back to normal, and my gasping started to settle, as my body finally stopped tensing up from the waves of pleasure. I'd made it up to Cloud Nine, and I wasn't coming down anytime soon. 

"Wow...look at that *mess* you made!" Rose exclaimed, breaking the silence that came after the gasp-filled pleasure. "At least I got my fill. I'm certainly not thirsty anymore."

I smiled brightly at my mate's teasing, still enjoying the playful attitude that she managed to keep, even through a bout of bondage and a near slathering of cum. "I'm glad to hear that...I'm certainly not grumpy from work anymore," I teased right back, winking at her, though I realized that she couldn't see it, and felt a bit silly thereafter.

"I'm glad to hear that," she replied, her voice sounding a bit softer, actually happier, as I felt her paw upon my cheek. Her lips suddenly pressed upon mine, and even though I knew she'd just swallowed a literal load of my cum, I returned her kiss, living in the affectionate afterglow of the moment. The kiss was short but sweet, and though it left me wanting more, I let my mate speak. "Maybe now you can help me get over my being grumpy from work?"

I widened my eyes, though I still couldn't see. "Of course...just what did you have in mind?" I asked, filled with a sense of curiosity that only grew as my blindfold was lifted, but my paws weren't freed.

"Come with me to the bedroom..." she started to speak, taking one of my paws rather daintily in her own to help me to my feet, but still didn't release me from my shackles, "And I'll gladly show you."

I felt a giddy smile play across my lips as I nodded my agreement to her idea. "Sounds wonderful," I said excitedly, and immediately felt a gentle tug at my cuffs. Practically on instinct, I followed my mess-covered vixen into the bedroom, eager for what was to come...