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Amelia and her little foxgirl

#nsfwtwt #chastity #mommy #denial 3rd person #lesbian

"Good morning, sleepyhead," Amelia says softly to the little foxgirl curled up in her arms as her eyes begin to flutter open. Her fuzzy ears just start to twitch.

"Gmornin mama," Zoey mumbls out amidst the cutest contented sleepy noises. Those soft little vocalisations take on a hint of breathiness as Amelia begins softly scratching the little fox's hair.

Amelia enjoys the comfy fox audio for a few minutes, until Zoey starts to properly wake up. Or at least, until she decides to curl up against her mama and close her flickering eyelids once more. So in short, not properly waking up in the slightest.

Carefully picking up her phone so as not to disturb the fuzzy cutie, Amelia opens the controls for the hush that she had ever so gently pushed inside Zoey as she slept. She had squirmed in her sleep from just that.

Amelia's hands have had plenty of experience carefully pushing things inside her little fox, even while she sleeps.

The hush vibrates for just half a second, but that was enough to elicit a sharp whine from the formerly placid fox.

Zoey jerkes awake in surprise, letting out a series of needy noises as her legs squirm against Amelia's. "Mamaaa," she whines, turning her face upward. An expression of need plays across it from just the slightest little tease.

"Yes, babygirl? What's the matter?" Amelia can't help smiling down at the squirmy little fox. So easy. So powerless. All hers to play with.

The response elicits a frustrated whine. "You know," she replies weakly, already knowing that wasn't going to suffice as an answer.

"I don't think I do, why don't you tell mama what's wrong so she can make it better?" Her hand continues playing with her little foxgirl's hair, further distracting her from any clear line of thought.

"I...uh. Um." Zoey tumbles over her words a few times, before finally getting it together. "Y-you put the hush in me while I was sleeping and turned it on and now I'm horny..." Zoey let the sentence hang, not looking up to Amelia as she responded, far too flustered already.

Amelia let out a soft little laugh. "Oh, poor baby. You were horny before I gently parted your legs. You were already squirmy when I lubed up the hush and slowly worked it inside you. You being a horny little mess isn't something new this morning, it's just a constant state of-

being for my darling little girl." To punctuate her words, Amelia turns the hush on once more. Only this time, it isn't cut off within half a second.

The words alone would've caused quite the whiny response from Zoey. Adding in the vibrator, however, turns her into a breathy mess, struggling to formulate any response. "Mamaaa!" is about all she can think of in-between her thoughts of desperation.

"Oh, and by the way, babygirl," Amelia shifts position, putting her lips against Zoey's ear. Yet another thing that would turn the little fox into a squirmy mess on its own. "Happy birthday." The soft words and breath against her ear send a shudder through Zoey.

"Th-thank youuu," Zoey stutters in response. A realisation seems to hit her just a moment later. "Wait. Birthday. T-that, um, that means I get to cum." Despite her normal shyness and propensity for burying her face against Amelia, Zoey looks up into her Mommy's eyes.

Amelia looks down at her beautiful little foxgirl. Those pleading hazel eyes being lit by the morning sun tell the story of months of waiting, months of being caged, teased, and kept on the edge.

Months of waiting for this moment. The moment that she would finally, at long last, be allowed to cum.

With a mischievous grin, Amelia cocks her head quizzically. "What do you mean, babygirl?"

Zoey's hopeful expression flickers with doubt, her lip trembling at just the thought that she wouldn't be able to cum. She still deals with the hush buzzing between her legs, turning every stray thought lewd, making concentrating on anything but pleasure and Mommy unbelievably-

difficult. Her little cock presses feebly against the little cage it had been locked in for so very long. Six months, nine days, and eight hours. That's how long it had been since Zoey had been able to touch herself, since she had turned complete control of her pleasure, of her-

body, to her Mommy.

Zoey recalls the last time. She had been playing with herself in Amelia's lap, a smaller hush pulsing inside her as Amelia's hands groped and explored her body. She had been told to be a good little girl and edge. To bring herself right up to that precipice,

but never over it. The needy fox had gotten a little carried away, however. She had made a mess in her mommy's lap after nearly three hours of teasing and edging. From that day on, she had been all caged up.

The saddest part is that even as she looks up at Amelia, readying herself to explain why she should be allowed to cum, Zoey couldn't even remember what it felt like. It was amazing, she knew that. However, it had been so long since she'd had that beautiful release.

The whiny fox finally speaks as precum starts to leak from her little cage. "Um. Because you said, um. You said on my birthday you would let me cum..." She trails off, fearful of the response she might receive.

"Oh, princess. You're such a silly little girl," Amelia coos softly, still playing with the hush buried inside Zoey's ass. "What I said was that we'd talk about you cumming on your birthday, and I guess now is a perfect time."

Amelia shifts, sitting up against the headboard and pulling the little fox into her lap without any resistance. Leaving the hush on a pattern of buzzing, she uses her hands to pull down Zoey's cute pyjamas, revealing the tiny cage keeping any hope of touching herself contained.

Zoey had always been obedient, but the cage is an ever present reminder of the power her Mommy holds over her. She simply does not have control of her own body, and that thought alone makes her squirm.

Amelia puts a finger into the leaking precum and brings it towards Zoey's face. She finds her lips already parted, and she starts sucking on two of Amelia's fingers without any hesitation or instruction. "Good girl~"

"I've done a lot of thinking since I locked you in this little cage, and I've decided that you're not going to cum, babygirl." Amelia spoke softly into Zoey's ear, her voice gentle and reassuring, but with that casual commanding presence that could always break the little fox's-

will.

What follows are a series of jumbled words and whines. The needy fox wouldn't have been particularly coherent after something like that, even if she didn't have fingers in her mouth.

Amelia does think she hears a question along the lines of when can I cum mixed in with the various disgruntled noises.

"Shhh, babygirl. You're misunderstanding. I don't mean I'm not letting you cum today." That sentence seems to quiet some of the whining, and Amelia lets that relief sit for a good few moments. "I mean I'm not going to let you cum ever again."

The previous whining resumes, doubling in strength. It becames even more difficult to discern any words in the barrage of needy noise. Zoey squirms aggressively in her Mommy's lap, causing Amelia to shift her 90 degrees, and pull the little fox against herself, holding her-

relatively still. The whining quickly devolves into sobs, which then become tears pouring down the desperate foxgirl's face. Her hair is a mess, hiding much of her crimson flushed cheeks.

"Plleeaseeeee mommyyyyyy," she whines repeatedly, unable to bear the thought of feeling this pent up for even a moment longer.

"No, babygirl." Amelia's voice is firm, yet soft, leaving no hint that her mind could be changed. "Don't worry, princess, you'll feel better soon."

"Just think about it, you're this upset because you thought you'd get to cum, but you're not allowed to. Doesn't it take all those pressures and expectations of when or if you'll get to cum now? Now you know the answer is never. You won't ever be disappointed, or think you'll-

have a chance of getting off like Mommy does. You'll feel secure knowing that you're my denied little slut who will never ever cum again. You'll stay frustrated and desperate for mommy. Always ready. Always obedient. Always needy. This is for the best, babygirl."

"I know you're upset right now, but don't worry, Mommy's got a *big* present that will cheer you up soon." Amelia glaces over to the wrapped up knot on the beside table. It was easily bigger than anything she had gotten inside of her little fox before, but Amelia was never one-

to let size–or how much a certain little fox might whine–stand in the way.

As she speaks, Amelia grips Zoey firmly, but ever so lovingly. She continues to softly coo and provide comfort for the emotional and denied foxgirl. It takes a long while for her to finally settle down.

Time to start the edging over again.