Room Eleven: Their Precious Pet

It’s been almost a year since I put on my foxy tail and ears to play. A bad experience during a scene left me a bit skittish. Getting tangled up was an accident unlikely to ever repeat, but fear isn’t logical. Which makes the call from Club Sin’s concierge much more of a shock. They have three brand new VIPs looking for a night in the pet play room, but there are no pets available for play.

My wary side wants to tell him it sounds like a Club Sin problem and not a Poe Collier problem. I can’t ignore the whining plea of my submissive soul, though. It’s been eleven months, one week, and six days since I felt the restriction of a collar around my throat or a tug on my furry faux tail. I can’t resist the call to release my most authentic self from the ties I’ve bound myself in.

The idea of three men mastering me for a night, especially in a setting as controlled and safe as Club Sin, is almost too good to be true. How was I supposed to know Archer, Felix, and Garen have been planning to find a pet to share together for years? Or after one night together, they’ll decide to make an offer even the biggest scaredy fox can’t refuse? This little fox may be skittish, but it feels like I’m already theirs.