lmann wrote:

The thing about privileged people is they can be a bit spoiled. They constantly expect to get what they want without much complaint or difficulty. So I was expecting to have a hard time when I managed to snag a job working as a personal assistant for a young skunk from the East by the name of Ku Mao. He's a few years younger than me, the son of a dignitary. I was expecting him to be a bit spoiled, but hopefully somewhat pleasant at heart. And work was work after all - I had to support my lifestyle somehow.

Imagine my surprise when the red skunk treated me like an equal, casually getting to know me over some herbal tea in his stately lounge. The hours passed quickly - he seemed to have a very keen interest in the arts, music, gaming, many things. Plus the scent of his cologne was something I quickly found irresistible. Sweet, cloying, strong and enticing. I found myself unable to take my eyes off his crimson fur and his green eyes. Even more so when they blossomed into rings of pink and red. It washed away any resistance or apprehension I might have had...

By this stage, he had made it clear what sort of work he wanted me doing. He wanted me to please him, serve him and give him something to play with in his ample free time. I was in no position to complain - that wonderful smell, those spiraling eyes, and that soothing you voice were the only things that I cared for now. I found myself bathing his feet with my tongue, driven wild by the taste of his body. It felt so natural to massage his feet, and his pleasured moans and spurring words only heightened my own enjoyment.

How considerate of Master...