"You know what to do, love," he commanded.
"Yes, Master," she obediently replied. He put his left, black foot-paw in front of her muzzle, and she immediately went to work inhaling his scent and licking his paw. Her tongue was much larger than his, and it felt amazing having the giant tongue licking the soles of his foot-paw. She slipped her tongue in between each toe, worshipping the heel, the ball of his foot, the instep, every nook and cranny.
Brad started to gently whip her breasts with the long whip while she unwaveringly devoted herself to bathing his foot in the most luxurious foot bath a tongue could give. Her fur was rather thin, and the lemon-yellow color did little to hide the welts the whip was making. She was getting dark red stripes on her beautiful breasts, all while never failing to pleasure her master's foot.
He switched to the other foot and she repeated the same process all over again. He carefully aimed for her nipples with the whip, and she squeaked with each strike. Brad began to move the strikes to her belly, then her thighs with the long reach of the whip. She moaned and groaned with pleasure and pain as he continued to turn her body into a canvass for his art. He then focused on whipping her dripping wet pussy.
She squealed when the stinging leather smacked into her tender flesh, but her devotion to his feet never faltered even as the pain increased. She was huffing and sniffling, trembling in her binds as Brad continually whipped her pussy. "Hold it, girl. You're not going to cum until I say so," he warned her.
"Yes, Master," she replied with a mouthful of toes. The fox now varied his whipping, striking a breast, her leg, her abdomen, her pussy, even the tops of her own foot paws, not giving her any way to prepare for the next blow's location. When she had been sufficiently marked up, Master Brad unzipped his black pants and revealed his thick, long, throbbing cock. For a short fox, he certainly was well-endowed. He turned a few cranks of the pully for her chains to raise her face to his groin level.
Melissa opened her maw to accept the massive member, and she lovingly started licking and sucking her master's perfectly huge cock. He grabbed her tender, abused breasts and used them as leverage to hold onto has he began thrusting his cock down his wife's throat. He lowered his own maw down to her sopping wet pussy and inhaled her feminine scent. As she continued to blow him and he was thrusting his cock down her throat, he began eating her pussy out. "Don't you dare cum until I cum first," he warned.
"Mm hmm," was her reply as her mouth was fully stuffed with his hard dick. Brad raked his teeth over her clit, and he could feel her squirm against her binds. He dipped his tongue in her slit and invaded as far as he could in her vagina. The wolf was whimpering with pleasure and cries for release. She was close, and he knew it.
Brad suddenly pulled his mouth away to bite her thigh hard. She screamed against the cock in her throat, but it wasn't just out of pain. Her orgasm was seconds away, and so was his. He felt the rush of cum starting to make it's way to his cock, so he called out "okay, cum for me, love."
