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This is a teaser (first two sections of the first chapter) of a multi-chapter novel-like BDSM story. If you like it, and would like to see more of it... Please leave feedback and tell Me why!

"Would it please You, Master?" The dainty, submissive little voice echoed throughout the dark room.

"My pleasure comes from your service to Me," the black furred lupine said quietly, his body adorned in expensive, designer clothing. These garments not customary to the role of a Master, but attractive and somehow still commanded respect and displayed a degree of subtle dominance with grace and elegance.

"Yes, Sir," the voice responded, knowing what that meant. The thin feline stood before him dressed in nothing but a collar and a pair of almost non-existent underwear, his modestly sized sheath bulging slightly behind the thin layer of black silk that covered it, but not daring to show any signs of arousal. His facial marking and the dark brown spots that covered his body were almost like that of a leopard, but his frame, size, and the more pointed shape of his ears and muzzle indicated otherwise.

An ocelot, how exotic! The wolf had thought when he had first purchased the slave from an underground market for trained, willing slaves. This particular feline, however, proved to be more than he had bargained for in only good ways. After undergoing months of training, by the time that slaves were placed in the paws of their new owners they were proficient at worst in almost every aspect of the pleasure slave game.

As the slender bodied feline gracefully moved his body towards the wolf's, the lupine's muzzle developed a sort of smug, dominant smirk, the kind of half-friendly yet intimidating-as-can-be grin that only a true lupine can pull off. The wolf's cock was already pulled out from his tight jeans and hanging erect in front of the ocelot, whom proceeded to wrap his supple lips around the very tip of the wolf's throbbing member. The feeling of the feline's hot breath combined with the enveloping warmth of the ocelot's stout muzzle exciting a short moan in pleasure. This slave was certainly better than most of what had come his way, excellent even (in comparison, godlike).

The two had hit it off right away, finding a lot of common interests even outside the boundaries of a Master and his pet. A good slave is hard to find, a good friend... well, those are rare. To find a combination of both in one sexy body, the wolf thought, that's nearly absurd! Things were progressing so very well, the slave had come to him with a polished knowledge and a tediously trained skill in submitting... What the wolf wanted to mold him into for "customized" use was done easily and gracefully by both parties involved.

The feline stifled a purr, trained to not make any sounds of pleasure unless pleasure was specifically granted as a reward for good behavior. He was also trained to make sounds of pleasure on command even during the harshest of punishment, or sounds of pain, or despair, or anything else that his Master desired. This, however, was a different kind of pleasure for the ocelot. Granted, he thought, it's no dressage whip or spiked cockring... but damn did he love to suck cock. He was good at it too, he knew he was, but always remained modest in this fact, like a good slave.

"Very good boy," the wolf said, calmly and softly as ever despite his heightened heart and breathing rate. The praise excited a quiet, appreciative, and most assuredly submissive mew from the exotic feline. The ocelot wrapped his warm maw around the lupine's throbbing member once more, pressing the shaft between lips and applying just the right amount of pressure to draw a short sigh of pleasure from the wolf. "Finish Me," he mandated and sat back to watch the actions of his commands, "We need to leave soon."

There is a leash that cannot be broken by force, there is a leash not made of leather and chain. There is a leash between the Master and the pet that cannot be seen... with every tiny interaction, with every conversation... Every fuck and every dirty word uttered in degradation... With every violent lash of a dressage whip, that leash is pulled tighter to the paw of the Master. If the Master does his job, the pet walks delicately towards him... Though, sometimes things are a bit more difficult and involve a lot of stumbling and tripping over one's own hindpaws.

"What the FUCK did you send me?" the voice of a tiger echoed throughout the room and into the small flip-style mobile phone.

"Calm down, Mr. Jenkins," the reply came in a soft, non-agitated tone despite the yelling on the other end of the phone, "We made you a deal, and we sold you one of our trainees at an /extremely/ low cost. You received precisely what you paid for. We're not a huge organization, we're understaffed and we have tenfold more applicants than we have trainers. You asked for a slave with potential to be trained, and that's what we sent you."

"This... /slave/ you sent me sounds like somebody that came out of a shitty fetish porno!" the tiger was still obviously agitated despite the calm and soft demeanor of the fox he was talking to on the phone. He took a couple of deep breaths, trying to remember that he was talking to a technical superior despite whatever romantic past was in their lives, "Look," he hesitated before speaking the next word, "sir, I'm sorry that I'm frustrated... But 'I'm a bad boy, please punish me master' is something I'd expect to hear from a cheap street slut... Not a "potential" professional pleasure slave that I paid a couple of stacks for."

"Our trained slaves sell for well over 10,000 on a regular basis. We're a small operation because we do things right, and we prefer keeping it that way," the fox remained calm as ever, his tone not changing once throughout the whole conversation despite the enunciation roller-coaster that the tiger had escalated and descended through. "The best I can do for you is offer you the number of a colleague of mine, he recently purchased one of our high-end pleasure slaves and apparently has taken him even further than when he left our academy. He's been known to train slaves for associates of mine, but I wouldn't be able to tell you if he has an opening at this very moment. He does charge, but I can tell you that his services will run you significantly less than fully-trained slaves direct from us would. Are you interested in that, Eric?"

"You're running me broke, Stephen."

"I know. Off the professional record, though... I miss you," the fox said, his tone finally switching from calm and collected with a professional edge to calm and collected with a sincere, passionate edge.

"I miss you too, what was that number?"

The fox read the number to his former lover from the small card on his rolodex, they exchanged pleasant goodbyes and disconnected. The fox sat at his desk, letting the phone slip lifelessly from his paw, "It still feels weird not telling you that I love you..." he said quietly and to himself before starting more paperwork.