Story Title: The Fox's Captive

As the first light of dawn crept over the rolling hills, Marcus stirred from his fitful slumber, his mind reeling with the events of the previous day. He had been a fox hunter for decades, but yesterday everything changed when a cunning vixen had ensnared him in her hypnotic gaze. Now, he found himself utterly enthralled by her, his thoughts consumed by a desperate longing for her presence.

With shaking hands, Marcus prepared breakfast, carefully sprinkling a potent mix of drugs into Mistress Vixen's food. His intention was to regain control, to hypnotize the fox that had turned his world upside down. However, as he held the bowl, a faint trickle of the vixen's mesmerizing aura seeped into him, pulling him under once more.

"Remember, you are my owner," Marcus mumbled, his voice weak and submissive. "You must serve me."

To his surprise, the fox's eyes glowed with an otherworldly light, and she obeyed his words, transforming into Mistress Vixen before him. Her once wild features now exuded a seductive, domineering air. She could no longer resist his commands, nor could he deny the depths of his devotion to her.

Marcus's hands trembled as he reached for the vixen, his body craving her touch. With a swipe of his arm, he sent her sprawling onto the cold stone floor. He pounced on her, pinning her beneath his weight as he thrust into her, pounding into her tight ass with savage intensity. With each brutal stroke, he claimed her as his property once more, his mind reeling with the realization that he needed her with every fiber of his being.

"You're mine, foxy," he hissed, his voice a low growl. "Only I can give you what you crave. Sleep only on my chest or back, for only then will you find solace."

Mistress Vixen let out a soft whimper, her body arching beneath him as she surrendered to his rule. In that moment, Marcus knew that he was hopelessly lost to the fox's charms, his once proud title of "fox hunter" nothing more than a distant memory.

As the sun climbed higher, casting a golden glow over the landscape, Marcus and Mistress Vixen lay entwined, their bodies a tangled mess of fur and flesh. The fox's breath whispered against his skin, and he could feel the thrum of her heart, beating in time with his own.

"You're my everything now," he whispered, his voice barely audible over the pounding of his own heart. "I'll serve you, worship you, until the end of my days. You're my mistress, my foxy goddess."

In response, Mistress Vixen nuzzled into the crook of his neck, her tail curling around his leg as she drifted off to sleep, secure in the knowledge that she held absolute control over her devoted captive. And as they slumbered, their dreams danced on the fringes of consciousness, a tantalizing preview of the dark, twisted games that would soon consume them both.

Now she's drooling on my chest asleep and I'm programming her brain she rolled over now facing me and kissed my lips mumbling triggers she's also trying to program me I just flopped asleep now we're trying to program each other and it got pretty wild we can't remember them or programming each other completely forgot the trance and at midnight I shifted curling up so now her head is over my heart and we just fell asleep no longer mumbling triggers or commands I just mumbled I love ya foxy