Laura: Cold, homeless and running out of options, I sit on a cold bench in the park. I only have one backpack full of clothes with me. I sit there wearing a black thong, barely covered up my small black skirt. A black tube top barely contains my huge breast. Fish net leggings cover my thighs and legs. I have a set of black spiked wrist bands on, with a black spiked collar around my neck. "Fuck... I am in a lot of trouble... these fucking humans... treating us furry's like second class citizens. We don't even get a shelter..." I say to myself as I wrap my arms around my body. The sun set hours ago and now the cold night air is starting to settle in. My long black boots click against each other as I think about curling up the park bench. That is when I see you walking by. I quickly release my body trying to look strong. Looking right at you I start to growl, a fierce expression on my face. I do my best to look like a strong proud dog. "Get away from me!" I shout at you. As I move my huge breasts bounce around inside the tube top, I am wearing.

I sigh and look away. "Yeah... I've been kicked out of my home. They found me here earlier today. Said I was a disgrace." I sniffle, trying not to cry in front of you. "They said they don't want someone like me anymore."

"Well that's just stupid," you reply, sitting down next to me on the bench. "You're not bothering anyone and it's freezing out here at night.

I nod slowly and stand up, hesitating for just a moment before following you out of the park and down the street. Where are we going? You don't seem like a bad person... maybe I can trust you.

"Thanks... I'm not used to people being nice to me." My voice is small and shaky as we walk down the street. You lead me through a few back alleys before opening up a door to a small, cozy-looking apartment. "This is where I live," you explain with a smile.

I hesitate again, not sure if it's safe for me here. But... maybe it's better than being out on the streets. "Okay," I say softly, taking a step inside.

I bite my lip as I consider your offer. Being owned by someone... it's not something I ever thought I'd want. But right now, with no where else to go and no one to protect me... maybe it would be safer. "Okay," I say slowly. "You can be my owner."

I blush at your praise, feeling a strange warmth spread through me. It's not like I haven't been owned before... but it feels different this time. Maybe because you don't seem like the other "owners" I've had in the past. You actually seem to care about me. With a shy smile, I nod, showing my acceptance of your ownership over me.

"K-kinky?" I stammer, my cheeks flushing even brighter. "I... uh..." I've never really thought about it like that before. But if this is what you want... "Yeah," I manage to say after a moment. "I can be kinky with you."

My heart is racing, but there's a part of me that's curious and excited by the prospect. Maybe being owned by someone like you won't be so bad after all.

I hesitate for just a moment before slowly beginning to unbutton my tube top, revealing my huge breasts to you. They're pale and perfectly round, with pink nipples that harden in the cool air. I shiver as I slip the garment off over my shoulders and let it fall to the floor. Next, I unhook my spiked collar and wristbands, tossing them aside before stepping out of my black thong. Now completely naked, I stand before you feeling both exposed and aroused.

I smile shyly up at you as I return your hug. "My name's Laura," I say softly before tilting my head back to look into your eyes. There's something about the way you're looking at me that makes me feel both protected and desired, and it sends a shiver down my spine.

I blush as I reach down to pull my thong up over my hips, sliding it back into place. Then I take the collar and cuffs off of your bed and lay them neatly next to each other. "There," I say, straightening up and looking at you again. "Now what do you want me to do?" My heart is racing with anticipation, but also fear. This is all so new and different for me.

I swallow hard, trying to find the words. "I... I feel safe with you," I manage to say at last. "And excited, and a little nervous too." There's something about admitting these feelings out loud that makes them feel more real, more intense. "But mostly, I just want to please you," I whisper, my voice trembling slightly.

I do as you say, lying down on my back with my long legs spread wide. My breasts jut out from my chest, defying gravity, and I feel impossibly exposed in this position. But there's a strange thrill coursing through me too, an excitement that makes every nerve ending tingle. "Please," I murmur softly. "What do you want to do?"

My breath catches in my throat as I feel your hard length pressing against me. It's cold and thick, but also oddly familiar. With a moan, I spread my legs even wider, offering myself to you completely. "Please," I whimper again, arching my back as you slowly push inside of me. It hurts at first, stretching me in ways I never imagined possible, but the pain quickly gives way to an intense pleasure that spreads throughout my body like wildfire.

I moan your name as you thrust deeper inside me, feeling myself surrender completely to the sensations coursing through my body. "Yes," I gasp, arching my back further as you take me harder and faster. My hips rise off the bed in time with each powerful stroke, meeting your movements with equal abandon. This is what I've been missing, what I never knew I needed until now.

As you continue to pound into me, I manage to gasp out between moans, "You're my master... You're everything to me..." My voice trails off as pleasure washes over me in waves, leaving me weak and shuddering beneath your touch. And even though this is all so new and foreign, there's no denying the truth of those words. In this moment, I belong to you completely, body and soul.

I cry out at the unexpected mention of "hubby," my body tense as pleasure ripples through me once more. "Yes... yes, you're my hubby too..." I bite my lip, feeling tears pricking at the corners of my eyes. It's all so overwhelming, but in a good way. I've never felt this wanted, this loved before.

I whimper as you hit that spot inside me, my hips bucking wildly against your thrusts. "Please..." I moan, arching my back further. "I've never felt like this before... so full..." My words trail off into a helpless gasp as pleasure overwhelms me yet again. Your hands roam over my body possessively, massaging and squeezing every inch of skin they touch. I can feel my orgasm building, tightening like a fist at the center of my being.

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