FSE

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Part 1: Preparation

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"Hey Felix," a handsome wolf says to me, "is the mischievous ferret ready to listen?" I instantly snap my focus toward the origin of his slightly deep yet articulated voice, this voice encouraging me to obediently gaze my red eyes into his forest-green ones, which I immediately do. "I'll have my fun with that naughty geek soon," he says as he smiles, "but there're some rules we need to go over before our session starts." I instantly nod my head in seriousness, not wanting to disappoint.

"Now, first of all," the wolf more casually says, "you don't get to know my name until you've earned the right. You are to refer to me as Master, because of course I'm your Master, but I'd like to make sure you're aware of that, yes?" I nod my head again, and he makes a lot of sense... He wants to create this exciting opportunity for both of us, and I'll need to be obedient if I wanna please him; I want him to keep that going, so his, no, Master's rules will be listened to, of course.

Through the wide lens of my black-framed and rectangular glasses, I unconsciously take mental notes on Master's promising appearance: my leader has fur that ranges from brown to orange-red, with it naturally transitioning throughout his body. Master also has a dark-brown and generally loose hairstyle, and I would be lying if I said that his brushing wasn't smoothly done. A uniquely colored front-fur coat is lacking, looking right below his fuzzy throat, but, to be fair, he has clothes on to cover where that would be: he's wearing a plain and black T-shirt, as well as black and tight gym shorts. Master's clothes look clean, and I don't smell a strong aroma; the fabric fits him well, still looking comfortable despite covering his strong physique... I don't get the sense of Master having a six-pack, but he appears strong and has definitely had lots of physical activity in the past.

Master seems to notice me checking him out, and he chuckles when my eyes start moving downward; maybe he doesn't have a problem with me recognizing a slightly noticeable bump in his tight gym shorts? The shorts aren't small enough to reveal a penile shape, but I can definitely see the clothes' limits; I can't help but notice- I-I mean, I can, but like, if I could just... I feel an urge to just stare at it... Realizing my likely rudeness, I let out a slight pant as if interrupting myself, quickly compose my body, and re-focus my attention. Master smiles and flexes his brownish arms to different sides, laughing to himself as he notices that I, um... I have a scratch I need to reach...

"Don't you dare," Master says. "You're not to touch yourself without my permission." I instantly move my arms to my sides as I blush, feeling embarrassed for even considering that right now, but more so being worried that I displeased Master and already made him mad at me. Master again demands my focus, and then continues: "And you're definitely not to make any major movements unless I say you can. If you're to do something, I'll instruct you. You won't ask me what's okay; I'll tell you what you're allowed to do to please me." I start to sweat some, and then Master slowly walks closer to me before seductively whispering into my left ear: "But if you're a good boy, then maybe I'll let you enjoy yourself a little too, if I feel generous enough." Master walks back and smiles without showing teeth, and I feel happy now, determined to earn his trust, hopefully charity.

With us in what seems to be a locker room, its open showers recently used by the looks of water being on the floor, Master puts on a serious tone and directs me to a wooden bench... Per his instructions, I follow, lay my shorts-covered rear down, and align my stable glasses as I keep silent and try to avoid distractions, like some blue hairs around a drain that I start to think about. "I do need to be serious for a minute though," Master directly says with a calm tone, "because it's important you feel safe around me, okay?" I nod. "Verbal responses, please. Speak to me, Felix."

I open my mouth and respond with a serious and carefully delivered tone: "Yes, I understand. I would love to try and make you happy, but if there's guidelines and all we need to go over, then that's healthy to do and I understand." My lungs produce a deep breath, and I move around while sitting still to get myself comfortable. "I had someone before," I say aloud, "but yeah, let's just get the review out of the way." Even if he dominates me, it's important I feel comfortable around him.

The wolf pets my darkly grayish hair; the touch is pleasant and I'm glad to be here with him. "Good boy," he voices as his green eyes stare past my lens, "we'll get along just fine." I get the sense I'm not his only visitor, but- Wait, no shit, of course I'm not. Time to listen. "Now then," he continues, "you've read the consent information in the lobby, but toys, physical pain, and even fucking aren't out of the question; I'll decide what we explore, but are you alright with that? If I get the sense that you've gone past your limits, then we'll take a brief pause as I feel is necessary."

To be honest, I'd love to just jump right onto him and tell him to do anything to me, maybe strap me onto a bed, or ask me to do something deeply humiliating to reinforce my position... but I understand why he's asking this. "Yes," I respond, understanding the possible consequences, "I'm comfortable with you being in control." I don't say anything else other than excitedly nod my head.

He goes on to talk over safe words with me, deciding that today's word will be mercy, and that I'm allowed to say it whenever I want, regardless of any other existing rules, without negative consequences; as soon as mercy is uttered, all action shall immediately cease and he'll break his character to check how I'm doing, but I'm hoping to never run into that situation, and I certainly don't have any plans of saying it out loud, at least I think. Additionally, if I'm physically unable to speak, then he'll place a rubber ball onto one of my black-clawed hands; dropping the ball has the same effect as saying mercy. It's so nice of him to offer me that... I'm grateful for my Master.

"Say it to me," Master orders me. "Tell me the safe word." He makes no further movements.

I pause for a bit, but then hesitantly release the word "mercy" from my sharp-fanged mouth.

Master grins and shows his white teeth; he's clearly pleased to have a new toy to play with. I'll try my best, but I'm not expecting a reward, as nice as that would be... I just have to please him. "Alright, my new pet, you see that tall mirror near the door on the end?" I stand up and look around until I make out a non-cracked set of glass. "Walk over to it and look at yourself. I want my possession to carefully examine his features." My grayscale, mustelid form naturally moves its way to the glass, it being vertically sized, recently cleaned, and sitting left to a dark, wooden door.

In the mirror, I see a slightly tall and mostly skinny ferret, although he doesn't look sick, just maybe needing to gain some more pounds. His front-fur color matches the furred mask behind his strong and symmetrically aligned glasses: snow-white. Below his glasses is a purplish pink-colored nose, which complements his tongue when he opens his mouth to show his cleanly white teeth, although two front fangs are noticeable while his mouth is closed. The lower halves of his arms and legs have a darkly grayish color, and the four fingers or toes on each respective hand or paw have black claws protruding outward at slightly downward curves. Besides all of this, and in contrast to his ends, the rest of his body's fur has a lighter gray coloring to it, including his long yet thin tail. He has roundish ears that are closer to a triangle shape too... What a weird-looking ferret. He's even wearing red shorts, and they're not exactly hiding his member's shape very well.

After about a minute, with me not uttering a single word, Master walks up behind me, his own reflection showing in the mirror. Being able to see his tilted head due to his slightly taller height, Master quickly wraps his arms around my chest and embraces me, being very firm with his hold. I feel a slight rise in my soft shorts... and blush upon realizing that Master probably notices it too; I'm not able to hide it while held by him, so I shake a little and form a smile toward the mirror. "You see that creature on the wall?" Master whispers into my right ear. "I'm about to make that nerd my little bitch. Now go through the door, move to the center of that room, and wait for me."

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Part 2: Exploration

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I stand in the middle of a slightly darkened and square-shaped room, noticing dark-green and recently cleaned gym mats below my still feet. There aren't any windows, and the walls are made of smoothened stone, but there's artificial lighting from several dim ceiling lights that allow me to make out my surroundings. In front of me is the wooden door for Master to come through, although I wish he'd hurry, since it's been probably ten or so minutes; I'm not supposed to walk around until he instructs me to, and I really need his helpful guidance. Looking to my left, I can see what seems like a lightly colored table covered with toys: enticing lube, twisted rope, fresh towels, and other stuff I can't see that's covered up. Moving my gaze to the right, its wall has two sets of shackles with locks like from a dungeon... They look loose enough to allow slight bends, and I secretly hope that I'll someday be awarded the privilege of being displayed for Master to observe.

Rotating around to see corners of the medium-sized area behind me, the right corner has a large, box-like object, although I can't make out specifics since a thick and large, red blanket completely covers it up; the left corner is mostly empty, but there's a sink along the end, with dog bowls and... Is that a whip on the ground? Oh... I think to Master's embrace, still waiting for my excited pillar to recover, although I think it's almost gone. I push my glasses via their curved bridge, trying to more easily look around for another mirror, but I can't find one. As for sounds, I can only hear occasional and soft releases of air across the room, presumably the result of light air conditioning.

A sudden sound of a metal handle being moved is made, and I immediately face the door! I align my glasses again, straighten my gym shorts, and try to brush my darkly grayish hairstyle down to prepare my body for Master. With my skinny self standing perfectly upward, I see the door open as the strong and clothes-wearing wolf enters the room, him having a very deliberate yet fast-paced movement as he lets the door close shut. Master notices my long claws rubbing the top of my hair, and immediately shouts to me: "Hey! Did I say you could adjust yourself? That's my job."

I feel slightly bad and instinctively reply: "I-I'm sorry, Master. I was just trying to fix my-"

"I'll decide how you look for me," Master interrupts me to say. While walking over, Master lines his shirt down; I feel slight sweat drops form on my forehead, but try to avoid wiping them, not wanting to displease. Noticing my attempts to seem innocent, Master, with his canine composure, gets near and begins to survey my body, kneeling downward as he then feels the fur on my legs; his touch is delicate as his fingernails brush deeply near my skin, and I can't help but breathe more through my pinkish nostrils. "Hmm... not bad, not bad. But you know what's missing here, right?"

I tilt my head slightly and reply with a confused expression: "I... I'm afraid not, Master. You look incredible though: your thick fur, your perfectly fitting shirt, the tight shape of those shorts..." I immediately realize my mistake of judging him, and instantly try to recover: "I-I mean, I don't mean to be saying- I just..." Master immediately stands up, gazes his forested green eyes and pink nose toward my large lens, pauses for a few seconds, and then slaps me across my left cheek; I immediately feel a sharp and stinging sensation, but I absolutely deserved that. In response to the tingling, I try not to show any signs of enjoyment, yet I feel my cheeks red up in embarrassment.

"You need to know your place, boy," Master says as he caresses the afflicted area with black areas behind his right hand; I feel a warmth but don't verbally respond. He navigates that hand onto the front of my snow-white chest fur, delicately scratches all-around, and gravitationally moves down toward my shorts; my breaths are rapid. "Don't you dare speak until I tell you to," his assertive voice rings in my ears, "unless it's to thank me for showing you how much of a bitch you are, understand? This is for my amusement, and you're gonna shut up and let me explore my new pet."

I open my mouth, further exposing my clean fangs, but then close it, thinking to respond with a yes, but don't; instead, I stay perfectly still as Master now wraps both of his hands around the top of my shorts, just barely avoiding my crotch. In one fluid and long motion, Master pulls two sides of the unneeded clothes outward and moves them down my long and monochromatically changing legs. "Let's check out the merchandise, shall we?" Master chuckles, and I feel the waist strap rub against my ankles as I remember my lack of underwear. I keep looking forward, not daring to adjust my sight, and feel- ah... a slight touch on my excited area for a few seconds; I try to resist the temptation but then look downward, seeing my again-kneeled Master with my shorts bundled in his hand, said clothes rubbing up and down this newly revealed section. "Oh, you like that, do you?" I nod my head in response, my mouth closed, quickly breathing through my nose. "We won't need these anymore," he says before chucking them away to atop the distant red sheets. "Only civilized folk get to wear these, and believe me, you are anything but that, you slutty dog."

I'm a slutty dog, an uncivilized dog... I pant in agreement. Not even sure why Master tolerates me so much, but I guess this is his opportunity to have fun. I keep my focus downward and see my exposed member: a circumcised and purplish package that has a rounded end, said package having a slight yet smooth curvature to it. It sits, albeit slightly outward from thoughts of fulfilling my deserved role, above a fur-covered sack whose color matches the rest of my front-fur. Seeing it now, and realizing that Master has me fully exposed, I feel a natural need to move my hands around it, as if that would somehow provide a tiny bit of remaining decency; I quickly try to cover it up.

"No, bad dog," Master says as he firmly holds my arms to my sides. "Master enjoys seeing you for what you are; don't you want him to be happy?" I shake around a little, think to myself, and then calmly breathe outward and nod my head. If... if it'll please him, then okay; show me my place. Master lets go of my left arm, watches to make sure I understand that I need to keep still, and grips his right hand onto my member, feeling- a-ah... him t-touching it around, me being able to feel bent valleys, mm... from his flexible claws. "Hmm, dick's firm, but it might finish too quickly... I have an idea." I watch Master's other arm reach into his shorts' pockets as he pulls out a rubbery ring, stretching it slightly as if to give it a more flexible shape. "This'll help our session last a lot longer," Master now seriously says while staring at me. "Don't worry, boy, I know you don't want that area hurt; this is just a fun accessory. Shouldn't feel any pain." The ring looks like a small rubber band, albeit thicker, and he- oh, this feels nice... he installs it onto my cock... It's a little tight, but that's it; the sensation as it reaches the start of my shaft... it m-m-makes me quiver.

I shake around in- in place, s-some, t-trying- oh fuck... I try to get used to the new rubbery sensation around my pillar, even starting to feel a slight pulsation down there, although I think Master's accessory should prevent it from getting too close too quickly. I'll probably get used to it after- f-feh... a bit... This ridged and flexible device around Master's new possession, it feels, feels, s-so weird. I'm so exposed. Master shows his perfectly whitened teeth to me, smiling at my squirming expression, and speaks to his toy: "Aw, does the pup like the feeling? How adorable..." I'm his dog? I mean, yes, of course; I'd love to be whatever my brand-new owner wants me to be! "But you need to play the part, be what you really are." I confusingly tilt my head. "On all fours, boy."

He means... I mean, yes, of course! I don't even nod my head; I instead drop to the green gym mats within seconds, feeling how soft and comfortable, yet still sturdy, the fabric is... It's so nice... My glasses very slightly wiggle down my nose, but I leave them alone, the only drawback being blurry peripheral vision that lets me make out general shapes but not much else. As my knees obediently line up on the ground, I extend my fluffy back and lay the darker ends of my arms downward, feeling myself slightly stretch in a way that gives off a relieving sense of movement... Perhaps Master will let me exercise some too; he's so thoughtful of my health. With Master standing in front of me, I turn my head upward and notice his amused expression; in response, to make him happy and fulfill his wish, I open my mouth and fully roll out my wet and pink tongue, loudly panting and randomly shaking my tail all over the place. I wish my member could rub along the smooth flooring, feel the sensation; I'd like to stimulate this pleasure a lot more, but I take satisfaction as Master then slowly walks around my body, studying its quickly adaptive features.

Mm... My tail keeps continuously moving and I feel pulls of energy from the region above my ass. I don't know what to say next, so I still look forward as Master moves back to my front; oh, he could do whatever he wants there. Please, make me beg, make me please you however I can; this is what I think, but I don't dare speak in a way that displeases him. Master kneels down, his clothes still staying perfectly on and his expression being dominating and specific, and puts a right claw to the bridge of my glasses, pushing them upward. "Such a nerdy, little slut you are, aren't you?" I open my mouth to- "Don't say any words. The only sounds I want are grunts, moans, and barks."

The only sounds he wants... "Ruff!" I release from my mouth. My tail shakes quickly. "Arf, arf!" I try to look really happy as my eyes look upward and I continue to feel my pillar tingle in place.

"Heh," Master expresses in response, giving chuckles at a medium volume, "who's in control?"

Master! "Ruff!" I release again, panting my wet tongue for the world to see when I stop speaking. I feel more vibrations in my legs, trying to reach for my sack, but I can't... "Aroo!" I howl to the room. I'll be whatever Master wants! "Ruff, ruff!" I slow down and force out higher-pitched barks.

Master reaches his hands down and- a-ah, he t-touches my hair and scratches his carefully trimmed nails against my scalp. Oh man... I need to thank him, but I can only make happy moans with my mouth closed. "Can you walk around the room?" Master tells me, and I immediately perk up my fairly triangular yet smoothened ears at the mention of walks. "May even have a treat, if you're good enough." Good... good... I can be a good dog... Please, I'll be good, lick, be good... Heh heh.

For the next ten or so minutes, I crawl around the room, the entire floor covered by mats, which my considerate Master probably laid out so my legs wouldn't hurt... He's so nice to his naughty pet, so gentle yet controlling of his mischievous and inappropriate dog, and I'm sure he'll do whatever he wants without hesitation. At one point, I think Master walked off to a corner of the room; I didn't see where, but I noticed that the whip near the sink was gone... I hope that's not just a coincidence; who am I to question though? Is that even something I have the right to think about? After we walk enough, Master watching in amusement at the humiliating scenario he created for a deserving me, he points to the sink yet asks me to stay still. My paws, and all four claws on both, stretch across the mats, and I hump the air several times while Master walks off, trying to hit the floor but not wanting to break the natural position of my four legs... He needs to touch- I want him to touch me there, please... Pet me. I whimper and aim my head downward, faking muzzled cries.

My ears flap outward as I hear Master interact with a creaky faucet before that audial location has a sound of dripping, then pouring, of water- Oh! Pet's been feeling pretty thirsty, and as I hold my tongue out even more, me positioned in the center of the room as instructed, like a good boy, I readily prepare myself for the delicious liquid! "Can't have you running out of energy," Master vocally expresses across the room, "so make sure you drink up!" The faucet turns off, and Master appears in my gaze again as he brings a red bowl to my front, although some water spills from the end; a couple drips even fall onto my hair, but I shake them off by quickly rocking my head around. "You'll need refreshments for later, won't you? Pet hasn't seen anything yet." Master kneels down and leaves the bowl; I cheerfully yelp and readily slop up bits of refreshingly cool water without any pause. I slurp up more, swallowing it all... I want water. "Good boy. Who's a good boy? Who's a good but naughty, slutty, nerdy pet for Master?" I am! I breathe very quickly... Those words excite me as I feel my member tingle, it working past the ring even more, urgh, and I-I can't hide it... After swallowing all the water, I loudly bark several times, and I feel... a warm firmness below.

Master moves behind me and starts rubbing my ass, also scratching it as his other hand brushes up and down the legs near my crotch. He's careful not to further excite the main exhibit; what a tease... I collapse to the ground in submission, my tail falling back downward as Master continues touching me all over, spreading to the thick hairs on my back, the valley below my tail, even scratching the tops of my back paws... It tingles, and as he focuses on rubbing my lower back, I start to moan, moan at this total release of control, this ability to completely give in. I feel my member rub against the mats like the horny dog I am, and they're just, I have to talk: "Fuck... you're so nice to me..."

Two seconds later, I hear extending strings of what might be made- Mm! A quick brush of air, a stinging hot sensation is felt on my rear cheeks! It's really hard... multiple- a-ah, s-stinging lines; it vibrates around... Ow... Wow... "Did I give you the fucking right to talk, dog?" I, I mean... yeah, my mistake... I'm not sure what to say, my rear pulsating as my heartrate speeds up; I sensitively feel ecstasy flow around my lower chambers. "Until I stop or you specifically beg for mercy, don't forget the animal you are, and here's a new rule: Speak English, my twisted rope meets your ass."

Speak English? I mean I haven't much, but... Mm, God, I'm still shaking around at what should really hurt, and it does a lot, but all I can do is forcibly moan, trying to limit my breaths so Master doesn't hear them. It's bad to admit, but I... My cheeks are shaking, and shivers move throughout my body, the right side surely having redness now, yet it's... it feels good. Let me feel that again...

"I'm sorry, Master," I softly say as I try, a-ah, to fake a disallowed but accidental response. Master deeply growls and thrusts his whip at my other chee- Fuck! A surge of fun pain rushes through my body as I shake around, and I greedily brush my body against the floor, trying to convert this into something exciting. "Rrr..." I unintentionally let out, but remember that I still need to fulfill my role; I can't be selfish after- Oh, that stings, that really, mm... I like it. Master signals me to return to my earlier position as he places his hands below my sides. "Ruff, ruff!" I stand on fours again.

I know I can say mercy whenever I want, but I'm having fun, so much fun... Master moves to my front, then gently holds my darkened hair, my myopia-treating glasses still staying firmly in place. His other hand points to a bulge in his shorts; I innocently stare at them. My shaking stops. "Such a disobedient creature you are," Master says; I... I whimper in response, genuinely feeling bad for my own greediness in response to his leadership. "Prove your loyalty to me." But I can't move my paws up, or I'd be cheating; I need to please, and it makes me happy. So... I inch upward, each individual leg one at a time, the back legs extending away from each other as my rear is exposed. I bark, happy yelps, and I rub, rub my face against Master's tight shorts... He feels nice. So nice...

Master pets my hair; it makes me happy. It makes me feel good. The warmth of his claws against my scalp, the tingling throughout my body, my member feeling- Ah, it's so hard, so throbbing, even with the rubber around it, but I can't quite finish yet; something needs to rub it, release its built-up energy. "Good, good... Show your gratitude," he says with his head angled upward. "Master likes seeing that." I arf with a muffled voice, and I lick his shorts too, feeling- Ooh, some's a bit salty. "Don't say anything, boy... It's just fun to watch. Keep doing what you're doing," I hear. "I'm not even close, you dirty animal." I hear loud, hasty releases of air- No, doesn't matter. Naughty, naughty pet, that's me... I feel something drip out of me, not the full release... I'm happy.

I wonder if I can tell Master how it tastes; better yet, an opportunity to break the rules in a convincing way emerges! I move backward, realizing there isn't much excitement while Master's shorts are still on, and open my eager lips to speak: "It's salty, Master. Can I have some more...?"

Oh, I'm so in trouble now. Master fully stands up, assertively walks to my side, picks the whip off the ground, and now smacks lower- I bark! Damn... Mm, God... So hard, it hurts, shakes, but it's so fun; I wanna see how much I can tolerate. "Just won't listen, will you?" I hear as a casual tone.

"Yes, I-I mean..." I speak out again, purposefully, and Master yanks the whip back and hits across my ass, the tangled rope curling around my objectified receiver, edging against a reddened patch that strongly reacts. I shake, and I moan more, and I try to hide- Oh, who even cares at this point? I fall to the ground and feel my thankfully untouched cock lay against the mats. I wiggle around some, but try to maintain my cool; after all, I could just ask for a break whenever I need to, right?

Master replies: "I wonder if you secretly want this." I twitch more as the pleasurable pain circulates throughout my ass and moves down my legs, from the tingling sensation around my tail, to the hair-standing backs of my legs, all the way through the toes on my feet. "Wouldn't that be funny?" Master says as he scratches me and I briefly peek my gaze toward him; I see an aggressive smile but quickly look away to maintain suspense... I can't wait to feel what he does next... Thank you.

"Master!" I excitedly say out, wanting the lashes to continue. "Ruff!" Moaning and wanting more.

The whip again! And I shout out in thanks as the sensations continue, and again on my rear, and Master expresses delight in his voice and tells me how much I deserve this. And I move around too, try to get into different positions, and it's- it's, mm, I don't know how I'd describe to others... ooh, this feeling, oh my- Shit, ow, lemme explore this. It's just interesting, and I can push all my limits, even if I'm still pretty new to- I'm Master's play toy, his stress relief, and that's just so damn fun. I shake. "M-master..." I exhale, fully letting my slutty body receive his control. "Yes..."

Master whips my butt some more, and I like it, and it feels good, and tingles, and shows me my place, and he shows amusement too, but seems to be cautiously studying my face now. "I want it, please..." I'm tired. My body's adrenaline runs out and I start to ache slightly; there aren't any cuts or anything, we agreed not to do that, but... I just like... I feel some water run down my face. Ow...

I slowly move my body downward and move my legs closer; I guess I got... I was a little greedy, ouch... Tears fall down my face as I cry slightly, not out of a genuine sadness, just not being used to the pain, I guess; I need more practice when it comes to tolerance... Master, moving around seriously, notices my expression, drops his whip, and calmly talks to me: "Stand up, Felix. You can talk to me without consequence." Felix? I mean, okay, sure... "It's fine, we just need a short break." I shake slightly, perform some light stretches, and eventually rise onto my two feet. My tail's held downward as I look around the room, seeing everything else still and not hearing any ambiance except for occasional passes of air; the sink is turned off, and the lighting still functions.

"Felix, I know you didn't wanna stop, but we need to be more careful with your limits, okay?" I look at Master and nod my head, trying to compose my unintentional emotions as Master carefully takes off my glasses and rubs a warm, curved elbow below my eyes, soft fur absorbing my tears. "Let's try something else, alright?" I nod my head, form a slight smile, and stand still as Master pushes back on my glasses, the black ends sitting tightly around my ears; it's not a big deal, not the first time I've tried this. "Just don't forget about earlier, you got that?" I think back to our conversation before the session started, voice my understanding, and then Master and I hug some.

Master's embrace physically calms me down, him soothing me with his pleasant voice. He's also more affectionate as he gently cuddles me, not wanting to get on my bad side, even though I trust him and I'm the one who keeps breaking the rules. I don't want to stop being his toy, but I ultimately ask to sit still for a few minutes while I wait for hot sensations to end; Master agrees, offers me a friendly smile, and lets go for the next ten or so minutes. Breathing in, breathing out, I relax, and instead try to think about what other ideas Master has in store... Heh... I imagine his strong, feisty body just holding me down and savagely taking full advantage of my holes... Sticking his throbbing staff into my rear as I'm pumped with his seed, marking his territory. Mm... This daydream plays in my head, my dick throbbing but not being able to finish, elastic rubber limiting the erotic flow, but I'll try to hold it out- Master's walking back to me; did he walk around the whole room? Focus. He's putting a small container into his shorts; what's in it? Please show me...

I keep trying to imagine what Master wants to do next, thoughts about my reddened yet strangely relaxed rear dissipating as my mind realizes what else could be in store. Master moves directly in front of my naked figure and grins. "I have other plans for you," the now more casual wolf says, only inches away from my face. "Not feeling like hurting you anymore, but you still deserve to be punished. Ready to get a little messy?" Suddenly excited, my tongue reaches out of my mouth as I lick around my lips, being ready for whatever task that Master may have; I don't say anything in response, but rapidly nod my head. "Oh, and please respond with words. Share your enthusiasm."

I'd love to please Master! "Yes, yes, Master! I'm ready for whatever you want. I'd love to be your pet, help service you, pleasure your perfect form, get on the floor- I'll do anything for you." Master grunts in amusement, verbally replies with his own appreciation at my obedience, and pulls out a clear bottle of lube- a-ah, that's what that was- from his shorts, it having a strawberry label and seeming relatively new; please tell me it's for me. I start shaking around in place as Master opens the container and squirts a small amount onto his hands before rubbing them together. "Master, I don't deserve- Th-thank..." Master puts some of the watery liquid onto my- a-ah, it's c-cold but tingles- onto my c-cock- He's moving, moving arou- Mm, this feels nice. Fuck, he's so generous...

"Heh, you like that, pet? How badly do you want Master's touch?" Master asks, his right index and middle claws rubbing along... A-ah, this teasing, I try to stand still, not daring to move, but I twitch in place, and... Master stops right as there's a layer spread around my member, stopped right before the rubbery ring. "Don't make me ask a second time." I apologize for being distracted, and express my desire, no, my privilege to receive his punishment. He chuckles when I ask for more.

The wolf moves his claws around my member, an invigorating blood flow extending its length despite the limitations, and he teases- teases, teases... Fuck... Keep going... What was I thinking again? I don't even notice noise coming from across the room, a vent's fans- Forget it. My eyes gaze upward as Master tickles more and more, until I eventually feel something slide up my shaft, the feeling being smooth... I turn my focus downward and notice Master's removing my restraint!

It tickles... and I see the device, mm, come, come off the slippery end of my slightly pulsating member. Master puts the ring away, then suddenly lunges to my front and holds my arms to my sides. "Don't you dare reach down there," he sternly says as his mouth lies inches away from mine. "I want you to feel everything I'm about to offer you." Th-that's... Thank you. "Now, don't move."

Master? What're you... Master wraps his strong arms around me and carries my naked body over to the right of where I started, ordering me not to move any muscles throughout the process; I comply with a simple yes, and allow my body to fully relax itself. He places me down in front of the shackle-covered wall and demands I stretch my arms partly upward, allowing me to first get into a comfortable position. Master speaks to me: "Let's remind you how dependent you are. I'm the one in control here; don't forget that, pet." He's right... I verbally and completely agree with everything he tells me, and afterward offer no resistance as his firm hands guide each of my limbs against the wall, wrapping coldly metallic cuffs around each wrist and ankle; my arms are stretched diagonally upward and away from one another, and my legs are slightly bent to allow for comfort, but are extended just long enough to ensure that any weak attempts to hide my exposed shame fail.

"Master, this is... Thank you," I softly release from my mouth. "Anything you'd like me to do?"

Master looks a little excited too, but I think he's trying to stop himself from shaking at the situation. I smile and wiggle around some, appreciating his pleasure before realizing again how exposed my nerdy figure is, blushing in the process. "Heh, just stay there," Master says as he walks around the room to fetch something from the distant, wooden table. "I just wanna see you struggle for me."

For fun, I start shaking around, but realize how firmly my arms and legs are locked; I'm not going anywhere, heh... "Have I been a bad dog, Master?" From across the room, Master laughs some, and says how he'd love to play with my whole body, make it cum under his control, and I... I'd be so happy to put on a show. I partly think about the cheesiness of me being visually vulnerable, but also try to mask how badly I'm enjoying this helplessness; I can't move, and if Master decides that I should erupt everywhere for him, well... Heh, I squirm in place just thinking about it. "Master, this is fun. I'll be such a slut for you. Do anything you want. Please. Come and take more control..."

Master quickly responds: "Heh, just hold on." He seems to grab something, but his back is to my fully naked self, and I make rapid breaths in excited anticipation of what he has planned. My glasses are firmly pushed against my forehead, so I can see perfectly as Master soon turns around and, still fully clothed, seductively walks to my front and speaks: "Someone's talking too much."

"I am? I thought..." Mid-sentence, Master comfortably moves my head forward with his left palm as he focuses my attention to his right; I see a large, red, and presumably rubber ball, and barely have time to process the black leather running through it as Master applies it to my mouth and tightens something firmly behind my fluffy head. "Mast-" Master pushes the ball further in and locks the gag, and the rest of my sentence is cut off. "Mmff-" I try forming coherent phrases, but it only results in a slight salivation running onto my neck. There's a hard taste from the recently washed ball, not hurting my mouth but making me look like such a helpless dork. I struggle to ask for more favors, but can only moan... and breathe... Master further tightens my chains as my body shivers in still ecstasy- I-I feel something sticky on my tip; I'm locked, totally under his control...

Master... "Mm-err." I need Master's attention; if I could just ask... "Mmphf..." Mm, I'm so helpless to whatever he wants of me. I try twitching around to communicate, but all I can do is moan as occasional drool falls from my mouth and Master amusingly cleans it off with his arms. Master stands there, not saying anything, and slightly smiles before taking something out of his left pocket.

"Hey, remember our safety lessons?" I make a soft groan, meaning to say yes, my member getting more, and more, and urgh... excited... at the sight of Master's attractive physique and dominating stare. Master silently chuckles and moves my head downward to see what's in his hands: a smaller rubber ball that's soon placed onto my right palm. "Hold tight if you want this, bitch." A-ah, safety- No, fuck the words, I-I'm happy with this; I embrace the ball firmly and have no intentions of dropping it, and pathetically attempt to shake my body around to remind myself how badly I can't move. "Let it go if you need anything and I'll stop." I stop moving and direct my gaze forward. Master holds my strongly prescribed glasses with both of his hands, and pushes them further against my face as he gravitates his mouth closer to my lips. "Understand?" I friskily nod my head, constantly, continuously, having no intention of stopping. Fuck, fuck- Please, let me make a mess...

Understanding my obedience- heh, fucking love how exposed I am... Master smiles and pulls off my glasses; my vision immediately blurs except for his hands until they're a foot away from me. "Hmm, you really do depend on these, don't you?" Yes, I need those... "Fucking slutty, little dork." Master? What are you...? Master slowly puts them on himself, and he looks... really sexy, oh man... He lunges forward and starts passionately yet rapidly kissing different parts of my face, and all I can do is moan as I also feel his right claws wrap around- a-ah- wrap around my cock and move up- up, up and down, up and- Fuck, mm... I shake around with warmth and feel it get more and more pressure; I'm close, I'm close and I'm gonna make a huge mess. Just another minute... please.

Master- Master abruptly lets go, and I'm sh-shaking around, at least to how-how much I'm physically able to, Master still wearing my glasses, my vision being terrible, and I can see- Master's taking his shirt off with his claws; his front-fur looks so soft, and his chest is strong- not huge muscles, just- Wow, he looks nice. Fur matches rest of him, and Master poses for me, but I only moan and have to strongly focus to see the shape of his arms past small blurs; I can barely see Master... Master... I feel lower throbs from not being touched; Master's toy needs stimulation.

After standing there, watching me struggle for probably several minutes- I can't touch my cock, I can't, I'm just seeing- I'm so exposed. Slutty, nerdy, fucking pet, that's me. Master knows what to do with his possession. Eventually, Master walks back to me in silence, takes off the glasses and puts them back on me, and then he rubs his claws along my chest, and he scratches my reddened rear below my tail- It tingles... "Frisky little thing, aren't ya? Bet you'd love some help."

I rapidly nod my head, now clearly seeing his even more attractive form, and his canine features are so hot. Master suddenly- Wait, Master, where are you going? I want... "You don't get to finish yet. I think it's time I have fun for a bit." Master walks over to the red blanket in the- Oh, corner of the room, yes- Master's facing away from me. Master pulls off the entire blanket and drops it onto the floor. I can start making out a large... cage? "Hey, slut, we've got someone to give a show for, and don't you dare forget your role." Master's standing in front- Urgh, please don't ignore me. He kicks the cage with his darkly brown feet, which leads to a high-pitched yawning sound; wait...

Master steps to the side, and I see a husky who has his arms placed onto the cage's sheet-covered ground. I can't, I can't tell... Husky's about my height, I think. Most of his body is covered with brightly bluish shades of fur. The husky wakes up and leans onto his right some, and I can more easily see a white front-fur coat that slightly extends to his sides. He's fully naked and has a red knot that seems to be shaking; wow, that's big... I wonder how Master's is, how it'd feel inside me... Husky has black claws and paws, a medium-sized and fluffy tail, tail's more charcoal like his paws. "Is the gay and subby mutt up yet?" Master says, facing him. "It's that time again, boy."

Husky must be another one of Master's pets, only way more into his role; I see the husky stretch outward, shake his tail like crazy, and he audibly barks in happiness as he moves to the cage's entrance. He has claws but isn't using them like normal creatures; he keeps patting them against the metallic bars, shouting woofs instead of words. The husky barks again, and as he starts repeatedly yelping, I notice a red collar smoothly wrapped around his dark-blue neck, as well as an ordinary red leash attached via a metal clip. Master opens the cage and the husky comes running out on his arms and legs, panting, looking at me once, which lets me notice the mutt's ocean-blue eyes and small, black nose. His hair's black and not brushed. I'm shaking; Master, finish me off...

Air pushes against the large and smoothened ball in my mouth as I try- try to moan really loudly for Master to come back to me. "Mmph!" No good. "Mmphff!" It's really tight, just like the smaller ball in my right hand; I'm not letting it go while Master has me up here, where I belong, so exposed, my fur-covered crotch and slightly pre-covered member- Master's toy, I'm exposed, my arms high up and legs tightened in place, only allowing small amounts of wiggling as I shake- and shake- and squirm in ecstasy. "Mm..." My glasses firmly pushed back- I'm Master's fucking dork, and he'll fuck me when he wants; he decides when his amusing object goes. "Rrrmph!" Some drool falls out of my mouth; I'll stay still and watch, but I want them here. Rub me. My eyes look down; there's a small line of sticky, white semen dangling off; I try to shake it away, they can see. "Mm..."

Giving up but- Fuck, I want to cum- My-my attention stays forward as I hear higher-pitched moans; they're from the husky, the blue toy being on all fours in the center- in the center of the room. Master strokes his hair- I want him to stroke me; I'll be the pet. "Who's a good boy?" The husky barks and sticks his darkly purple tongue out, and his fluffy tail shakes like mad. I notice parts of his tail's fur aren't as stretched out, like lubricant's been on them. "You are... Now sit still. Master's been having fun with that horny freak over there." Me! Master points to me, but his sight stays focused; I can see all his orange-red and brown, majestic fur, strong figure, his tail staying straightly backward through the hole in his black shorts. "Need to get rid of some tension. So stay still." Husky stays on fours, licking his face, his knot tingling around, but otherwise holds his muscles still; why can't I be there...? Master then- Master's shorts- they're down his legs, they're off, they're... A-ah! Master's large- so nice, red knot shows, smooth angles, extra amounts of fur being around the bottom, but I can't see his ass... "Time for a test." Master leans down behind the husky's rear, having his slightly raised- f-fuck... his red penis near, he scratches the husky's back.

Watching the whole thing, Master uses a foot to lift the clear bottle of lube from the shorts and tightly grasps it with his right claws. I need that; put it in me, I'll take the whole thing... Master opens the container with his other hand, flexing his arms more, and squirts a gigantic wad onto his right hand... It's so clear, so watery... I can faintly smell berries as the strong scent reaches my nostrils. "You were pretty stubborn last time, but we just need to stretch it more." Husky lets his tongue fall again, and makes happier yelps, staring toward the main door and letting Master- His palm, he pushes the load against his pet's- let it be me- his pet's crevices. Moves his hand around. Husky making excited moaning. "Get it all in there..." Husky moans more but doesn't seem to twitch; he's had experience. I'm still new; can Master- I breathe heavily. Ruff... Master steps back.

Ruff, ruff, I try to bark to win his attention but only incomprehensible sounds... Ruff! Master takes the lube, and excitedly- Master's excited, his member, the knot's rising... heh... Master pours the entirety of the small container's remaining contents onto his cock and starts rapidly rubbing the liquid-like solution all around, and around, around- "Urgh... Hope you're fucking ready, pet..." Husky yips in happiness, his arms shaking from what's- must be- sensation between cheeks- Ruff, I wanna be there... Master strokes and strokes and makes it bigger, larger, his face looks feral almost with his expression, Husky seeming frisky as his tail lifts way into the air and- Husky's... Husky- Fuck, I can't think. I try shaking my chains around again but it only arouses me more and more at how much I deserve this and- My dick is throbbing but I still can't reach it. Ruff! Ruff! It's only moans, but I'm Master's pet and I wanna make him happy! At some point during the strokes, Master getting increasingly hard, my wolf leader looks over at me: "Look at how fucking naughty you are. I bet you'd love to join in, right?" I ecstatically moan as a small amount of drool falls out along with my moaning sounds, and I close my eyes and I shake my torso, my hips left and right, left and right, left... right... Master laughs. "What a good, frisky pet you are." Yes, I am!

Master returns his look to over the husky's really hairy and variously blue-shaded back. "Need to finish off this slut though." I attempt to sound another bark past the rubber ball, but to no avail. "Oh, he's used to this, no worries. This little bitch..." Master says as he leans his pelvic region forward and tries wiggling his knot into the husky's hole, "is used to it, and believe m-me," Master struggles to hide his shaking voice, and I even see his whole and nude body start to stumble some, "he f-fucking," he inserts- fuck me- pushes more and the husky makes a loud yelp while panting heavily, "loves it! He's in a lot of sessions, but you're not at that point." I wanna be! I'll be the full-time role! Ruff! Aroo! I'm a dog, I'm the dog, I can be the naughty pet. "So stay there and watch like the pent-up bitch you are." Their faces are both grimacing- Must feel good, feel nice, being stretched, have my cheeks give way as he'd take control and leave his seed in me... I'm so hard, I can't- Master starts thrusting and the husky happily receives his lesson. The husky purrs...

The chains are firm; I can barely move. I'm throbbing and want Master to take me there, but I'm helpless, I'm a helpless pet who wants Master's throbbing knot inside me, want it to erupt... Fuck... What noises are Master and the husky making? Sounds like grunts, increased moaning, Master moving an inch closer, I can't... I don't know, I wanna go, I wanna spill all over the mats. Ruff! "Almost..." Master loudly says as the husky's having a euphoric time of his life... Knot... "There!" Husky aroos as he tail shakes fiercely. Fur standing up near his ass. Master giving a slight laugh. "Ah... easier... easier fit than last time. Good." Master seems a little more tired. Is he...? Master thrusts his canine body up against the husky, now firmly grasping the end of his leash and slightly pulling it backward- pulling it- I imagine him putting it on my neck... Getting off. So fun. Fuck, I wanna go... Why can't... Ruff! Can't that be me? The two men are going at it, and this continues for a few minutes- I don't fucking know, time, rawr, I'm sh-shaking. Toy barely holds back. Mine.

"Cum for me, pet," Master's saying to husky pet, pet, pet... "Or I'll do it in you." Master thrusts and gently pulls back the leash with his left hand, right... right rubbing along husky's back; husky moans and visually loves it. Don't blame him. Wish I was there. I wish I was- Put me there. Ruff! Ruff... Can't speak through, my mouth is so forced open, frisky me fully exposed. I can't- Husky moans more and is shaking his whole body constantly, repeatedly, Master grimacing as he just... "Gonna... freaking..." They're really hot... I wouldn't mind being- being with both of them. "Ah-h-h..." Master breathes heavily while his knot's fully inside the husky; the both aren't going anywhere. Husky gets really excited and shakes like crazy; the two are looking tired. "Good, good boy..." Master struggles to say. "Let's..." low on breath, "just let that sit in there a while. Remind you who owns this..." Husky falls over on his back, still maintaining his dog-like behavior, Master staying on the ground as they're knotted together... Husky has a really hard one, but maybe saved for- for later... I don't know. Seems to be a regular helper for Master... I envy him really. So fun...

I salivate at the thought of being in the husky's place. Husky laying on his back, Master seeming to release remaining trails of semen into his pet, some trickling around the pet's- trickling around his- My eyes uncontrollably look upward and I squirm around, my body, thing twitches, shakes- I moan like a sexual maid wanting to be rewarded, imagining my ferreted figure being dressed for Master's amusement, all while bindings- bindings surround my arms, and I'm so exposed, and ready to be ejaculated into, swallowing Master's whole load. I briefly peek forward- I peek- peek- Master looks amused, good, should be proud, he's so hot, so fully enjoying himself as the knotting returns to normal. He owns him. He owns me. I want him in me. Give me the privilege. "Mmhh- mm! Mm..." I desperately try to moan as much as I can. "Mm...!! Phff!!" I won't let Master down.

I'm mesmerized at Master- Can't focus- Can't- So much in me, so much- Gonna make such a mess, throbbing, squirming- I want to- I need Master here! Fuck me! Please! Master looks at me, mm... He excitedly sees my naked body, his prized possession, all fur-covered aspects of my nerdy, slutty- I'm so slutty- self all chained to the wall, my elongated and fully erect and purplish pillar going outward- I don't even try to hide how much I want pleasure! Master laughs and says something: "What a horny, little bitch. It's cute." Master's- "Need some help? You look-" Ruff! "-like you need someone to guide you." Yes! Master speaks- Ruff!- with a composed but short-on-breath pose, now standing up as his sperm-dripping knot leaves behind the now exhausted and silently woofing husky nakedly spread across the green gym mats. "You're my object to explore, remember?" He's right, he's so right- right, right, right- Ruff! Ruff! Master slaps the husky's rear and orders him back into his cage, which Master's other pet does as instructed, but slowly from being tired- More tonight. Must have more. Closes cage- Master covers cage. Blanket. Scratch me.

Master's multi-colored and strong body. Dampened fur around his lowering knot, some white crystals on the ground beneath him. Master brushes hair with both claws. Two claws. Master- Master faces me, laughs. Laughs at me. He should laugh. He's so smart. Ruling. Knows more than this stupid and wanting pet. That's me; I'm a pet. Ruff! Master's long arms flex; he's so dominating, so sexy, so- Help me off. He runs over to me- I-I... "I think it's time now. Cum for Master." Mast-Master presses his snout against my white and sweating chest, moves arms- A-ah! Member gripped. Toy held and starts feeling- Mm! Mm! Vibrating! He won't stop! "Make a big mess like the dog you are." I... "You can't help it. You want this, don't you?" Ruff! "Good boy..."

Master keeps rubbing- a-a-ah- both hands, up and down- Mm...! Barking and shaking, tail whacking everywhere, not stopping, never-ending. I can't- can't hold this in. I'm gonna... "Who's a good dog?" Ruff! Ruff! C-can't... "Bark for Master!" Bark! Breathes past ball, unintelligible noises. Penis throbbing beyond belief, round end so- so- MMM!! White rope squirting out of my shaft. Bark! Feels so good! Ruff! It angles and keeps going- Master rubs more, not stopping! "Heh heh, yes..." Another tightness down there, muscles used again- Launches so far! Keeps going, keeps going, gets all over the mats, Master laughs. Such a big, fucking mess... I'm gone. Mm... Master pumps it all out with his claws, feeling sticky... Ruff... I'm such a horny dog... Ruff... "That's good, pet... very good." Master scratches m-my hair... my darkly grayish and filthy hair... The feeling is so fantastic, the warmth at Master feeling me, releasing me, taking such good care of me. More muscle tensions. Last trail- Mm! More jizz falls off the end, trickles down my legs some; it feels euphoric- I'm in ecstasy... "Master's proud of you." I came everywhere, Master's toy finished. White fur covering my scrotal area, but I can feel energy leaving... Ah... It's so nice...

Master looks down to the floor, laughs at how he's in control, tells me how much I wanted that; I did want that, so much. He points me to the ground; white semen everywhere on the mats. I look leftward with my shaking head; husky's back in his cage, eyes closed, his blue fur having so many shades except for his frontal white area, his knot pushed against the bright blanket... He's sleeping. Master... Master stands up straight, without any hesitation- a-ah, so soft though- bends his claws while pressing them along the sides of my face. "Have anything to say to Master?" Yes, I do. I do.

"Mmfph..." I try to say thank you. "Th-urrmph mrf..." I can't speak properly; the gag is still large.

Master leans forward and I feel soft lips against my forehead... I'm tired. Master's so nice to me. Brushes continue, scratches feeling so comfortable, covering all around my top until, eventually, my eyes peacefully closed behind my slightly fogged up lens, I feel a head-based release. My mouth feels fresh air, and I look to see Master holding my gag. "Tell me again. I want to hear you."

Exhausted, I manage to release words that seem appropriate: "Thank you, Master." I form a smile.

Master looks pleased; that helps cheers me up. "Glad to hear it," Master tells me as his eyes stare directly at mine. "Did the pet have fun?" I nod my head and squeeze the round ball that's still embraced by my right hand; the chains feel strong too. "Master likes seeing you squirm. We have some things to work on, but this went well." I bark! Master chuckles. "Let's get you cleaned up."

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Part 3: Reflection

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It's something like two hours later; I'm a little buzzed- heh, I feel pretty happy- despite this only being my third glass of red wine, so a clock in front of me is shaking to me; it's hard to focus, but I'm pretty sure its hour hand is a little after the number ten. These mahogany-like chairs are actually really comfy despite not having back ends: the seats are round, my red shorts match the comfy cushions, and there's a few feet of air between each. My slightly shaky focus is on my clear and crystal-textured glass, my hands sitting on my lap as I wonder whether to wait a while before taking a first sip. The bartender's in the back, likely finding the right ingredients for mixing something; she's made casual talk and's been friendly. I guess Friday crowds are fun to chat with.

Classic rock is softly playing in the background; I recall some lines from Killer Queen, but I don't remember most of the song. The music relaxes me as I sit in place, feeling mostly positive about my earlier session as I think about earlier... Heh, that was pretty nice, yeah. I reach for another dollar bill from a plastic wallet in my right pocket, and place it into a tall tip jar in front of me before looking behind to see what everyone else's doing. The dark yet dimly lit bar is slightly rectangular, yet there are low-hanging ceiling lamps above a nearby pool table; current players are a black cat with sporadic white stripes, him wearing a brown beret that matches his long pants, and a consistently spotted skunk, her wearing a loose-fitting, red T-shirt and black gym shorts. It's difficult to make out their conversation, but I hear bits of plans to get dinner with family later, along with sassy yet clean taunts at the other's playful mess-ups; the two seem very casual with each other, just hanging out to have a good time, and they frequently take chugs of ordinary beer.

There's three other regulars standing against stone walls away from me, facing each other and talking about who-knows-what: a strong and red hoodie-wearing kangaroo, a forest-green fox who's only wearing tight and blue shorts, and a snow-white weasel who's wearing a black bra and running shorts. All of them have fairly short hair that ranges from dark brown to coffee-colored, and both the fox and weasel are also wearing black eyeliner but no other makeup. They're not really doing anything besides talking and laughing, all while standing next to a tall and wooden door that has a red-colored exit sign above it. Further to the right is a slightly tilted painting of a military photo, and there's also a neon-lighted sign that reads the bar's name: Fox and Hound Pub.

"Want some water?" I hear from behind me. The deep and tender voice comes from the bartender, who's probably noticed how much fruity wine I've chugged in a small amount of time. I turn back around to stare toward her red eyes; she's a lime-green lizard who seems in her late twenties. "Actually, fuck it, I'm getting some anyway; I don't think you realize how strong that drink is." As she walks to fetch ice, I again see what she's wearing: a large and dark-purplish bra, covered by a slightly covering, brick-red shirt, and long and loose-fitting charcoal pants. Her hair is light-brown and really short, and her skin is covered with various scales. I sit contently and take a large gulp from my glass- Wow, that's strong... That's what I get for not sipping it. The bartender comes back and places down another glass, also roughly leaving an entire pitcher of iced water by it. "You're gonna need this." I pour some and thank her for the drink. "Anyway, how's your night?"

My vision slightly shaking, even with my glasses firmly pushed back against my forehead, I still manage to form coherent words: "It's been pretty fun actually. Met up with a really encouraging wolf earlier, and we hung out for a while." I think back to being delicately showered with Master, and grin to myself. Heh... "I need to work through some limits, but I got to be pretty active with-"

The lizard suddenly interrupts me: "You know, I wasn't gonna say anything, but the smell's very noticeable." Uh... what kind of scent does she mean? "Pretty damn apparent, actually. Somebody didn't wash down there very long, did they?" She smiles and... Oh jeez, how strong is her snout? I feel my cheeks redden up as I look down toward my cleaned claws. The assertive manager leans forward and speaks in a softer voice to me: "Hey, I'm not judging. Most of the people that come here have tried things before; honestly makes for some good conversation." At least she's pretty positive about that. I look back up toward her and giggle some. "You don't have to tell me the full story unless you want to. My boyfriend and I have actually been trying to spice up our own evenings lately; tons of interesting experiences here too." I mean, I'm fine being open about that.

I gulp down several chugs of water; my throat feels generally refreshed, and my focus slowly improves as I speak: "Well, tried out some new things tonight, wanted to know how it felt being in a totally helpless situation." She raises her eyebrows but seems to understand what I'm referring to. "I mean, we fully talked it over beforehand, and there were safe limits. I just really like being somebody else's pet..." I'm normally a very confident person, and she's not the first person I've discussed sex with; I feel a little bit strange talking about it, but she responds with her own stories about liking to dominate, despite being mostly vanilla with her own experiences. "I dunno what it is; it's just pretty exciting to be there, be at someone else's disposal in a safe but relieving manner."

The lizard nods her head to signal an understanding... Hee hee, I'm so naughty... "Everyone's got their own thing," she says. "Hell, just yesterday, I overheard a conversation about some guys and gals planning some kind of sandwich thing." Never actually tried that, to be honest. "There's a sex club only like two or so blocks away from here, so I've heard it all. Myself? I just love instructing shy and sexy guys to worship me; although right now, I'm exclusive with that otter guy of mine." She mentions initially meeting him in an online roleplay chat, and I'm honestly pretty happy for them; it's a cute story. "Oh, he's fine with me telling this by the way; we're both super open people in the right environment." I was actually just about to ask. "Doesn't stop him from being my shy and submissive little servant at night though... Shit's fucking adorable to me. He's real sweet too."

I push my glasses back, wiggle my butt around to find a more comfortable sitting position, and eventually chime in: "Well, I started going to a dungeon a few weeks ago, mainly sadism and masochism stuff... Yeah, I'm weird, but it's so much fun." She laughs a little, but asks me to continue. "The guys there are really hot, especially my new Master, this sexy wolf who really likes to surprise me and make me into such a dog for him. We've only had one session though," I say before pausing for a few seconds. "I had some obedience training from this really dominating badger once a week for the last three or so weeks, but she had to move cause of some job offering; it really stinks. She made me her maid and teased, and she was really hot too, not gonna lie..." I blush, remembering how fun she was with me, but then change the topic: "Oh, sorry! Never asked your name. Mine's Felix, and thanks for talking with me, by the way. First time I've seen ya here."

She aligns her clothing some and pushes back her hair before politely responding: "Well, full name's Ashley, but I'd prefer you call me Ash." It's a lovely name; fits her well, I feel. "You probably haven't seen me since I used to work early weekdays, but my schedule's been changed around lately. Same total hours still, so it's whatever; I don't really give a shit either way." Ash seems like a very extroverted and easily outgoing person, and I hope that she enjoys her job; I'd like to know her more too. "Anyway, glad you feel comfortable sharing your stories. Personally-"

Suddenly, I hear something glass break behind me. "For fuck's sake! Gotta clean that now. That wolf's been in the bathroom for half an hour, but soon as he comes out, he makes a damn mess." There's a commotion happening from the sounds of it, probably somebody getting drunk around- I don't even know; I'm too dazed to turn around and see what happened. "Talk to you later, Felix." Ash moves to the right, exits the counter, and I hear her annoyingly yell expletives as she walks.

I'll sit here another hour or so; I mean, it's a nice place, plus I should probably finish this water. I take my black and metallic phone out of my left pocket, checking emails and seeing if anything new happened on social media- Mm, forgot I left that image on there... Friend showed it to me on Telegram, and... Hee hee... Okay, no, I'll look at that later. I browse through some tweets and manage to keep myself distracted for a while, occasionally peeking around the bar to look at others.

Along the left wall of this place, I see a number of booths that seem empty except for the far-left corner of the place, which has two male, brown, and very muscled hounds sitting side-by-side on one side of the wooden table, the walls and seats having blood-red mats everywhere. Both dogs are similar in appearance, and their arms are wrapped around one another as they passionately make out... Aw... The one whose back I can see is also ridiculously wagging their wide tail around. One has purple shorts, the other lime-green, and they're bundled up into a corner as the two go to town with each other; one also starts moving his hand- I should probably give them their privacy.

There's nobody sitting on the next two barstools directly to my left; I'm sitting at the right-most seat from this side of the counter. Thinking to myself, I drink some more wine, also trying to actively remember my tab so I don't forget to pay at the end. My peripheral vision is even blurrier now, so I turn my head and take observations of who else is sitting by themselves; at the end of this side of the counter is a red fox who's wearing a lot of makeup along with a multi-colored dress, although she's drinking something yellowish brown, looks like whiskey, from a shot glass. I hope that she's been having an alright night, but she looks kind of sad... On the plus side, she's talking to somebody else who's been keeping her company, so hopefully her night improves later.

There are several seats on the next side of the counter, but only one is occupied: there's a green lizard who has a cup of vodka in front of him, and he's currently comforting the reserved fox. The bald and short-tailed guy is wearing a blue hoodie with black strings coming out from the front, like something worn for strong wind, although I can't make out any pants from this angle. There might be a darkly grayish T-shirt underneath, but it's hard to tell. His large eyes are wide-open and blue-colored, and he has a really cheerful look on his face as his curved nostrils face outward, and as cleanly white fangs show on his evenly curved smile. I hear his British accent as he says some encouraging words to the fox, something about an ignored date, and something about her being a really beautiful person who others should be lucky to have; the lizard seems really friendly, and I smile as I hear final parts of their conversation come to a more positive end. He soon hugs the fox, and although she eventually leaves happily, the scaly dude stays behind to finish his drink and pay.

I think about my earlier session, about how exciting it was, about how amazing of a teacher Master is, and about how badly I'm looking forward to next week's session. Maybe Master will let me explore my pain limits more, but I don't blame him if he wants to avoid it for a bit; I need to get better at knowing when I've had too much, and I hope that I didn't make him feel uncomfortable. I absolutely loved being his slutty, obedient mutt though, and I'll happily do it again. Being bound against that wall is such... It's such a thrilling experience, and I wouldn't mind being penetrated next time by Master's dominating staff... I'll finish my fruity wine, stay here for a while 'til the buzz wears off; I'm not sure how much longer Ash has the place open for though. Gives me more time to think about what might happen next week... Heh, I'm such a naughty slut, and I know it; I should really just stop hiding it. The thought of being firmly held comes up, and... I feel a tingle...