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"How was work?" Oliver asked his mate in a playful, singsong voice as he heard the door creak open and slam shut perhaps a bit louder than need be.

The only answer that he received was an exasperated groan. Without even rising from where he lounged on the sofa to look at his partner, one knee arced languidly over the top of the armrest with the other bare footpaw planted on the floor, the white skunk could tell that the aggravated noise was accompanied by an eye-roll. His golden retriever paramour steadily trudged around the couch and into view, looking haggard. He dropped his bag to the floor with a heavy thud and struggled to loosen his tie as though it were doing its absolute best to throttle him.

"That good, huh?" The mephit inquired, cocking his brow as he set down the controller for the video game he was playing and shifted his casual pose to a less awkward sprawl in effort to make room for his boyfriend. "Anything in particular?"

"Same old nonsense," Marc replied with a sigh as he plodded over to the couch to sit next to his canine. "It's like trying to reign in a whole pack of cubs. Why can't everyone just do their jobs without someone constantly looking over their shoulder?" He lamented, leaning against the smaller anthro.

"Well, now that you're home, you don't have to worry about being the boss anymore. I can take charge," the younger fur impishly told his exhausted partner.

"You do know what I like. Unfortunately, I just don't think I have the energy tonight," the deflated canine responded. He craved a hard drink to help him relax but was losing the battle with his with lethargy to actually get up and put in the necessary effort to retrieve one.

Oliver stood and ambled around the rear of the sofa to massage the dog's tense shoulders, only marginally put out by the rejection. He stared down affectionately at his companion. Seven years his senior at thirty-one, the canid was very handsome. While not particularly muscular or athletic, Marc did go to workout at the gym a couple of times a week to make sure he didn't get out of shape or add anything to his slight paunch. He usually kept his amber coat cropped short, especially during the summer months. At around five foot ten inches tall he had half a foot over his dominant lover and his deep, chocolate-brown eyes were sincere and expressive, if prone to appearing world-weary. The skunk's favorite part of his other half was currently hidden beneath his work clothes, however; his heavy balls and an impressive sheath. The retriever's member was a vivid scarlet and was almost eight inches long when he was fully engorged, with a very thick and tasty knot at its base. The slimmer male started to get horny just thinking about it.

"You know what you need? What we need?" He queried whimsically. "A nice vacation."

"I took a break just a few months ago," the dog protested. "I had a whole week off-"

"And you spent every single minute of it on your phone or your laptop working from home. I mean a real vacation where you're actually unplugged! As much as it'll pain me to go without my video games for bit. We can rent a nice beach-side cabin and really relax...and I can do all of those things that you like me to do to you. Maybe we can even push a few boundaries?" The ashen anthro finished by whispering huskily into his partner's down-turned ear.

Marc felt his resolve melting fast as a tingle of anticipation crawled up his spine. "I suppose we do deserve it," he ceded, his scowl slowly fading.

"That's the spirit! I'll set us up something tomorrow. You just worry about securing some time away from the office."

The next day, true to his word, Oliver booked a lakefront cabin for the couple over an upcoming weekend. It wouldn't be an entirely secluded escape as there were a handful of other properties dotted around the beach. There was also close by "town" filled with romantic restaurants, high-end shopping boutiques, jazz lounges, wine bars, and other vendors hoping to sell their luxuries to friends, families, and lovers already willing to spend a hefty sum renting a cozy cottage on the shore of a crystal lake. The miniature mansion that the mephit chose had the rustic aesthetic of a wilderness hideaway, but fitting his indulgent nature, was kitted out with every modern appliance and convenience that would well suit a five-star hotel.

Driving there from the city took only a few hours. The skunk was mildly perturbed that his mate kept looking to his smartphone every few minutes during the trip, and they hadn't even arrived. Luckily, he had a plan make sure his boyfriend stayed out of contact with the outside world while they enjoyed one another's company in every way imaginable, including a few new ideas that Oliver intended to introduce. The crisp fragrance of nature stimulated his snoot as they approached the forest, and he decided to gently broach the subject.

"You know how you have a hard time keeping disconnected from work and relaxing?" He asked

"Yeah," Marc returned flatly.

"And you know how you love it when I take charge of you in bed?" The mephit continued.

"I do," the golden retriever acknowledged.

"And you know how you've mentioned wanting to take our playtimes a little further?" The skunk pressed.

The canine nodded, growing intrigued by the line of questioning. The couple had a growing interest in kinks surrounding obedience, humiliation, and slavery in recent months. They'd began to explore the variations of these fetishes in the past, but much to both of their dismay the older fur's more reserved nature often made him back out before they ever were in deep into a scene. At best, playing the role made him feel silly, and at worst, he simply couldn't bring himself to fulfill some of the more distasteful tasks required of true submissive. He had openly admitted on more than one occasion that he always found the idea of progressing to further extremes to be incredibly arousing, but was unable to let go of his inhibitions and actually enjoy the intensity of it.

"I've got a friend whose been working with me on a project that I think will help you appreciate our long weekend together a whole lot more than you would otherwise," Oliver explained.

A longtime confidant of his had graduated to become a kink-positive sex therapist and always raved about the useful possibilities of erotic hypnosis and its particular potency if performed properly on a receptive subject. Over several weeks, starting well before the romantic getaway had been planned, the duo collaborated to create a powerful hypnotic suggestion embedded into a video and its accompanying audio track. It used the familiarity of the skunk's voice to make the trance it induced especially compelling. If he responded well, it should encourage his companion's eagerness to let go of authority for sexual gratification and curb the canid's inhibitions enough that he would be willing to accept increasing aggressive commands from his master.

The mischievous anthro disclosed this much to his mate, clearly excited about his surprise.

And if that wasn't enough, if it worked, with a simple command the mephit could completely commandeer his lover's body and force him into the exploration that he craved, though he omitted this from his explanation since he doubted his boyfriend would be willing to entirely commit to trying it out if he knew. He sincerely hoped his efforts paid off.

Once they arrived at their majestic temporary residence and carried their belongings inside, Oliver unpacked the equipment he needed and had his partner recline on the sofa. He placed a pair of headphones over the other fur's ears and booted up his laptop. Within a minute, he had a video loaded and ready on his notebook. He drew the curtains and turned down the lights with a dimmer switch he found on the wall, and instructed the dog hold the computer screen as close to his face as he was comfortable doing to limit his peripheral vision as much as feasible.

The music started first. Faintly audible, dulcet tones teased along the edges of Marc's perception. The soothing rhythm swelled and ebbed, dancing on the peripheral of his consciousness. The melody was soon joined by a visual display on the screen in front of him. The vast blackness steadily began to twinkle with blooming pinpricks of multicolored lights, slowly wafting and swirling around one another. The motes lazily spiraled toward him, their hazy luminescence blurring as they floated, giving the illusion that he was idly drifting through a serene, kaleidoscopic tunnel. Within the ambient music, the retriever could barely make out the incoherent drone of Oliver's whispered voice. The hushed, unintelligible syllables echoed repeatedly as the canine listened intently for several minutes, trying to let his mind stray into the relaxing rift of color and acoustics.

It ended soon after it began. Marc removed his headphones and looked curiously over to his mate who was boredly scrolling through social media on his cell phone to occupy himself.

"That it?" The canid questioned, confused. "I expected more."

A sly, confident smile blossomed across his companion's face. "Check your watch."

Marc did so and was shocked to see that the over an hour had gone by in what seemed only a short moment. He glanced incredulously over to his lover, half-convinced that the skunk was playing a strange prank on him.

"Want to see if it worked? Feeling less self-conscious?" The mephit probed as he switched the lights back on and opened the curtains to let the sunshine back in. The other fur's eyes stung as they adjusted to the sudden brightness and helped to alert him that there was some validity to how long he was entranced. He was dizzy as he quickly sat up and and his muscles were a bit stiff.

"I don't know. How should we test it?" He questioned, stretching his neck.

The skunk gazed out of the enormous sliding glass door just off their cabin's kitchen which provided a picturesque view of the crystalline waters only several yards from their property. There were a handful of anthros enjoying the lakefront, either strolling along its peaceful paths, picnicking on the beach, or otherwise enjoying the sunny day.

"You could strip down to just your underwear? It's a bit warm in here anyway and there's no reason to be fully dressed unless we're going out," Oliver offered.

Unclothing himself where any casual passerby might happen to glance in and notice him was something the dog would normally never do. He was generally fairly modest when it came to revealing his body; if he wasn't in a swimming, changing in a locker room or alone with his mate, he preferred to retain his privacy. He wasn't necessarily embarrassed of his body (and was actually quite proud of it), but contextual shame had been ingrained within him from an early age and the unease of being nearly nude when others weren't and the vulnerability that brought with it was an uncomfortable feeling.

The normal pangs of self-consciousness struck the canid as he took a brief, hurried look out at the collection of furs, but they were somewhat muted. He felt a wave of bravado and unflinching carelessness about potential onlookers wash over him and he rose to stand, determined to please his partner. Staring his skunk lover luridly in the eyes, he stripped off his shirt in a smooth motion then unbuckled his belt. He kicked off his pants and stood in his underwear. The taut, white cotton of his low-cut briefs hugged every contour of his massive sheath and hefty sac, efficiently outlining his impressive bulge.

"Look at you," Oliver huffed, licking his lips seductively as he started working on removing his own clothing. "Now, let's see if you can avoid touching your phone and computer and just enjoy our vacation together."

Before long the mephit was undressed down to his vibrant fuchsia boxer-briefs. He was a 24-year-old skunk with a snowy pelt and a pair of broad black stripes, one on either side of his spine, that capriciously meandered down his back and fluctuated in size at irregular intervals. He was five foot four inches tall with a bushy tail that is about the same length as his body, though the fluffiness of his fur made it appear even thicker than his lithe form. He was vain and kept his coat shiny and well-groomed. His inner ears, nose, and paw pads were a deep charcoal and his irises were a rosy pink. When erect, his penis entreated about five inches out of its sheath and was ebony in color, which stood out starkly against his ashen fur. He had a youthful body, lissome despite often his frequent indolence.

He stepped forward and craned his neck upward to lock lips with his skunk and wrapped his arms around his paramour's lower back before slipping a paw beneath his waistband to tease his hole with a gentle prod. Already becoming aroused, the dog felt another familiar pulse of embarrassment at possibility being exposed to anyone that glimpsed into their cabin. It seemed that the hypnosis had helped lessen his inhibitions, but hadn't fully eliminated them. His face warmed with bashfulness, but still he pressed his hindquarters back against the invasive digits with a soft moan into his boyfriend's maw.

He let his dominant companion guide him a few paces backward toward the couch, their tongues passionately intertwining along the way. They tumbled onto the cushions and aggressively and ferventy groped one another. As his paws ran the length of his mate's physique before settling on cupping the skunk's fierce hardness and testicles, Oliver pecked a series of gentle kisses down his lover's jawline and exposed neck, slowly lowering to his chest, stomach, and eventually his hips. The hot breath tantalized his partner's swollen sheath through the thin fabric of his underwear, causing it to spasm and tremor visibly underneath the tight cotton.

The mood was suddenly shattered by the poignant ringing of Marc's cell phone from the pocket of his recently discarded jeans. The canid attempted to fight the urge to retrieve and answer the incessant device, and he did quite well thanks to the persuasive influence of the hypnosis, but after the third shrill chirp he broke their embrace, toppled to the floor and fumbled through his pile of clothes.

Perturbed, the mephit decided it was time to use the other suggestion that he implanted into his partner's mind during the trance, along with ignoring work and his inhibitions about kinky sex.

"Why don't you stop moving?" He asked casually from where he laid on the couch.

As if he were encased in solid ice, the canine stopped moving entirely, immediately frozen in time as he held his phone in his paw, his finger poised over the screen in an attempt to answer the call. The ringing continued for several seconds before buzzing and going to voicemail.

Marc inhaled sharply, unsure of why he couldn't seem to move a muscle from his position in a half crawl on the floor.

"That track wasn't completely innocent," the skunk confessed with a sly smirk. "Whenever I start a question by asking 'why don't you' you will be unable to resist the command." He chose the trigger phrase specifically so he could covertly engage his hypnotic bindings while in public. "I know it seems a bit harsh, but you love it when I take charge. And you won't be able to enjoy this weekend unless I force you to stop worrying about work and just have some fun. I promise I won't break your hard limits, love. I might just...push on them a little. Why don't you stand up, step outside, throw your phone in the lake and come back in. I'll have a punishment for you trying to answer your phone when you're back."

Marc felt his limbs shift directly after the order was given. Feeling his muscles twitch and move of their own accord, while retaining his senses was a surreal experience. It was as if he were watching a film in the first person. Simultaneously aroused and horrified at being out publicly in only his clearly tented underwear, he attempted to fight the programming, but the implanted suggestions proved too potent. The more that he struggled, the less control the mortified canine seemed to have. He jolted and spasmed while at odds with his own body, but as soon as he realized just how powerless against the trance he truly was his motions became as fluid and natural as if he were moving completely of his own volition.

He strode boldly to the door, still dressed in nothing but the stark, white cotton of his briefs. A growing dark patch of fresh pre was easily visible near where the tip of his length strained against the fabric. He slid the glass door open while his face and ears blazed hot with shame and felt a nervous shiver bristle his fur. The retriever fretted about the small smattering of anthros about, some who turned and noticed him with looks of bemusement on their faces as he sauntered out several dozen steps toward the lake, apparently heedless of their confused laughter. He tried to calm himself as he involuntarily followed through with the commands given by his merciless lover. He rationalized that he was doing something not illegal, merely embarrassing, and it was in front of strangers whom he'd never met before and would likely never see again one their vacation ended.

Deep down, beneath the vexing discomposure and fear of ridicule Marc know that this was something he really wanted. Ever since they had first explored the world of kink together he wanted be completely dominated and humiliated, but couldn't quite bring himself to follow through with something so brazen in front of others, even when they had the opportunity to visit a fetish party where they would scarcely be the only ones exhibiting themselves for the voyeuristic pleasure of their peers.

Mere yards from the lake, the mesmerized canid felt his arm reel back, gripping his expensive smartphone tightly. 'Don't __worry,' he tried to tell himself, 'The information is backed up and the phone is replaceable.' He nearly made it through the thought before he hurled the device with all the might he could muster. The small device hurtled out into the lake where it landed with small splash and sank rapidly down to where it would surely be lost forever. After completing part of his task, he abruptly turned around and wandered back inside. The second he was through the threshold of the cabin, his previous order kicked back in and he felt himself be suddenly unable to move just as before. The gentle breeze from outside the building tickled his back and carried with it the faint chuckles and murmurs of the surprised and entertained furs along the waterfront.

"Why don't you move freely again until I tell you otherwise?" His mate's voice said from a hallway off to his side.

The enthralled dog staggered and almost fell over as his body was suddenly under his authority again. He hastily scrambled to slam the door and snap shut the curtains to be out of view of the other vacationing anthros. Once in the safe embrace of privacy again he looked over to his lover who was sill dressed in only his alluring trunks, perfectly chosen to draw attention to the skunk's beautiful eyes. The mephit leaned casually against a wall, his paws hidden behind his back. He also had a small damp splotch on his crotch, revealing his clear enjoyment of the power he had exerted over his boyfriend. His smirk was at once cruel and sensual.

"It's time for your punishment for almost pushing me off the couch and reaching for your phone. Why don't you get down on all fours and raise your ass for me?" The skunk asked with a wicked smile as he withdrew his paws from behind his back. In them, the dog could see a fluted, wooden paddle.

The suggestion swiftly gripped the canid who fell forward onto his paws, rump presented high. His partner came over to kneel beside him. Oliver traced small circles with his deft claw across the seat of Marc's underwear. He gave his mate playful swat with his paw, before firmly clutching the handle of his flogging implement. The duo had experimented with spanking before, but the retriever had a surprisingly low pain tolerance and they had never progressed beyond a harsh paw across his unclothed ass. The mephit flicked his wrist back and whipped the paddle forward in the air above his submissive's tail with a satisfying whoosh. He felt that with even only the slight movement there was a pleasurable hum of power crawling down his forearm. The energy in the swing was robust despite the low effort it took to manipulate the instrument. Marc whimpered in anticipation but was rooted to the spot, bound by the hypnotic compulsion. He could do little more than flinch and twitch with apprehension.

After another couple of practice swats, the devilish skunk finally tugged down the waistband of the dog's underwear to his knees, allowing his hardness to spring free and and dribble a glistening strand of pre onto the floor. Oliver lined up the wooden paddle with his captive's exposed backside, pressing it firmly against his ass. He drew back slightly and smacked it forward, restraining his swing so that the strike was scarcely stronger than a traditional paw-only spank. He reveled in hearing his older lover immediately hiss through gritted teeth at the sharp pain that erupted beneath his tail as the paddle struck with a gratifying reverberation, and the throaty whine that followed.

"We're just getting started, love," he quipped, leaning down so that his breath caressed his mate's ear. "When I get done you won't want to sit down for a week. Why don't you refer to me only as 'master' until I tell you to stop? Understand?"

"Yes...master," Marc gasped, still wincing.

The monochrome anthro drew back for a harder lash and elicited a similar reaction to before, followed by a couple more swats in rapid succession. The gruff moans of bliss and pain coming from the dog excited him deeply and he paused to rub the paddle against the canine's sore buttocks, increasing the sensitivity and by extension severity of his next strike. He heard his unwitting servitor struggle to release a hoarse yelp as his next spank landed with a delightful clap and noticed the beginnings of tears starting to well up and twinkle in the corners of his eyes.

Leaning back, the skunk saw that his partner remained completely rigid in more ways that one. His solid member quivered involuntarily. It leaked a liberal amount of watery pre, which pooled on the floor below him and filled the room with the intoxicating scent of his arousal. Oliver knew the few swats with the paddle were already close to crossing the threshold of what his lover would usually be able to endure, but that was the point of the hypnosis, after all: To push the golden retriever's boundaries further and let him experience what he really wanted, but normally couldn't allow himself to enjoy.

He decided to increase his aggression and gave another, more powerful smack. It made a rewarding noise as it struck and Oliver felt it vibrate up his arm. Marc yowled loudly at the intense agony of his abused rump and his phallus bounced again, unleashing a fresh spurt of pre. After a couple more spanks the mephit paused, not wanting to go too far too fast when the couple had the whole weekend ahead of them. Making good on his earlier promise, he knew that his submissive would truly have trouble sitting down for at least several hours. Watching him squirm as they sat through dinner would be a utter delight. He ran a claw down the warm, paddled rump, keeping his violated hindquarters sensitized.

"Why don't you sit upright?" The younger fur mercilessly commanded.

The hypnotized canine whimpered as his master appropriated control of his body and forced him to put his weight on his freshly spanked ass. His underwear stretched between his legs as he shifted. Oliver raised one footpaw and lightly prodded his slave's testicles with his toe-claw, before gently rubbing his soft, ebony paw pads against his paramour's thick hardness. Nearly as agile with his feet as he was with paws he manipulated the needy length, feeling its intense heat as he paid careful attention to the swollen knot that had forced its way out of its sheath. Marc gasped and huffed and moaned as his sensitive member was teased by his mate's efforts. Pre ran freely in rivulets down his scarlet cock, making the engorged flesh slippery and wet, and drenching his dominant's dexterous footpaw in the process. He ground his hips forward as he drew near climax, rubbing his quivering erection against the inviting velvet skin of the skunk's sole.

Noticing that his thrall was on the brink of orgasm, the mephit removed footpaw from fondling his lover's groin and in an inspired moment of authority, raised it toward Marc's snoot. It was something that they had never engaged in before. He saw his submissive instantly recoil as the pre-glazed digits wiggled before his maw.

"Why don't you lick my foot clean?" He mandated slowly, flashing his teeth with a superior smirk.

Whining with his ears drooping with shame, the retriever cringed as he promptly leaned forward and opened his mouth when the overpowering compulsion coerced him into action. His tongue lolled out and he dragged a long, drawn out lick up the full length of his controller's paw pads. With each passing second he tasted his own salty emissions and replaced them with a trail of saliva. The obedient canine had never felt so degraded in his life. As he he started lapping the precum from between the skunks toe-claws with a forced enthusiasm, his face flushed as he realized he was enjoying the depravity of his situation. He licked, kissed, and sucked until every drop of his pre that had graced his master's footpaw had been swallowed.

Curiosity indulged and dominance claimed, Oliver brought his foot back down and stepped closer until his mentally bound companion's muzzle was level with his crotch. He let the beguiled anthro inhale the heady scent of his arousal and thrust his hips forward until his underwear-clad organ bumped the dog's lips.

"Do I even need to force you?" The mephit asked playfully, drumming his claws along the outline of his length as the ensnared canid eagerly eyed his bulge.

"Never, master," he responded without hesitation. He hadn't even thought to add 'master' to answer, but the effects of the hypnosis were intrusive.

Marc nuzzled the hardness through the fabric and reached up to tug down his subduer's boxer-briefs. The tumescent cock within sprung free and the canid quickly lapped at its tip. Small droplets of precum splashed out onto his tongue and he savored the strong flavor of his lover's offerings. The skunk wasted no time in grabbing the back of his partner's head and thrusting his stiff penis into the submissive's throat until his sac bounced against his enslaved lover's chin. Already deeply aroused from the paddling session and exerting his influence neither was prepared to last long. The retriever had one paw tightly gripping his own maleness, pumping away at the throbbing member, while the other held fast to the base of his mate's saliva-slick erection.

Oliver pistoned relentlessly into the moist heat of his lover's moaning mouth, grunting and snarling as he did. Splatters of hot pre gushed down the dog's throat, encouraging him to redouble his efforts in pleasuring the girth between his lips, impatient to swallow his master's load. With a spasm and shudder the white skunk's body seized and he unleashed a fountain of cum into Marc's ready maw. The canine swallowed spurt after spurt of the savory spunk. It came faster than he could ingest it and some dribbled down over his chin. The scent of the fur's climax hung provocatively in the air, drawing the canid to the edge. He neared his own orgasm as he milked his owner's spent phallus free of its remaining drops.

"Why don't you stop pawing off?" The skunk rasped in a husky voice, his energy as spent as his seed.

Immediately and uncontrollably the dog removed his paw from his aching cock. It twitched and spasmed in protest, ravenous for release. His knot pulsing, swollen and shiny. Marc mewled at the incontestable denial and looked down at the gleaming strand of pre that drizzled onto the floor from his unfulfilled length.

"Don't worry. I'll let you come before the weekend is over. Maybe even tonight. But not yet," Oliver huffed in explanation between heaving breaths as he lazily traipsed past his kneeling companion and collapsed into a recline on the sofa. "I want you horny and on the brink for a while first. Why don't you lick up your mess?"

Helpless against the programming, the canine lowered his face to the floor. The motion presented his ass to where his mate relaxed. Marc's tail curved upwards, giving the depraved mephit a perfect view of the fleshy ring of his hole, which he intended to aggressively violate later, along with his swaying, hefty sac, still full of seed. His neglected cock was still turgid and leaking, and the crimson flesh hung tantalizing below his abdomen. The golden retriever felt his master rest his feet on the firm globes of his ass. His toe-claws and paw pads poked and massaged the muscles there, keeping him aroused as he lapped up the puddle of cooling pre from the hardwood. Having been degraded and forced into embarrassing obedience had ignited a servile spark within him, and the dog craved being used further.

"I would be lying if I said that I hoped the basic suggestions of losing your inhibitions for a while would be enough," Oliver elucidated to the tamed anthro with a slight shrug once he had finished licking up every last bit of precum. "While you'd have just as much fun, I'm sure, and I'd certainly enjoy myself, I really did want to try out the suggestion. So, did you enjoy your little taste of complete subjugation?"

Puffing heavily from exertion and humiliation the dog paused for a brief moment before answering. Had he enjoyed having all control over himself wrested from him? Being kept in mental bondage?

"...yes, master," he answered truthfully after a second's thought.

"Sorry about the phone, by the way. It was necessary to get rid of, apparently, if you were going to have any fun at all this weekend. Now that you've had a small sample of what I can push you to do, here is the choice. We can keep the hypnosis in effect and I'll be in complete control of your body whenever I want for the next couple of days. Like I said earlier: I'll respect your hard limits, but since you'll only be allowed to speak or move on your own when I allow it, you may not have the ability to use your safe-word. And I can make you do anything. It'll only get more intense from here. Or, if you'd rather, I have another video prepared that will remove the programming and set you back to normal and we have a vacation the old-fashioned way. Your choice," The white anthro offered.

Marc felt his groin ache and looked down to see his phallus still fully engorged. He thought he was going to have a heart attack at being so exposed and embarrassed earlier, but after being so thoroughly dominated he realized that he had never been more turned on. If the public humiliation, paddling and slicking pre from his mate's footpaw was only a small taste of what the mephit had in mind, was he willing to endure whatever was in store for the pleasure it would bring them? With some minor hesitation, he bobbed his head in an erratic little nod.

"I need to hear you say it," Oliver said.

"Keep me hypnotized. Make me your slave this weekend, master. Force me to do whatever you want," the canine ceded, releasing a breath he didn't know he was holding in.

As a sinister smile spread across the skunk's muzzle, he hoped he wouldn't regret the decision.