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Salem really needed to work on being more specific.

He should have learned his lesson after the last time. He had asked his Master for something special to do during the day, and his Master had sealed him up in a latex body suit all day, tranced, horny, his mind looping through the same submissive thoughts. Salem's head was so clouded with lustful thoughts when he was let out that even his Master's strongest protestations weren't enough to stop Salem from dragging him into the bedroom for a late afternoon romp that lasted a good two hours.

Salem wasn't thinking clearly for another day, wasn't walking straight for another day after that, and didn't dare ask his Master for something special for another two months.

And this time, he was careful to say that he wanted to still walk around, still be able to do what he liked to do, he just wanted to not feel quite as alone when his Master was away at work.

So Salem, reflecting back on the events of that day while he furiously scrubbed at a sink full of dirty dishes, kept thinking he still had not been specific enough. Yes, he was free to move around, and yes, he was told when his Master left for the day that he would be free to do something he liked later on.

But right now his task was to do the dishes. Master had left him a computer program to give him orders by proxy. He already vacuumed the living room, dusted the shelves, done his morning exercises, all under the watchful eye of the computer. Every task came with a timer, ominously displayed full screen on the computer. He wasn't sure what would happen if he failed to complete a task on time, but was worried it might mean he had to go back into the latex suit for a day, or that it might somehow involve the metal dildo and ballring his Master made him wear today.

So Salem worked as hard as he could. Not that it was easy. In addition to the dildo and ballring, Master had made him wear a pair of tight latex shorts that were extremely form fitting. They had a little cut out in front for his cock to come out, and given the naughty thoughts that were running through his head, his shaft was fully erect and tapping his belly every time his heart beat.

As hard as he was, though, he couldn't stroke. Not because he didn't want to miss the deadline, but simply because he couldn't. He had tried to reach down halfway through washing the dishes. His paw started towards his cock and then moved to the side and ended up at his hip. He tried again with the same results. It was like his cock was repelling his hand away from it with a force field. After a few more attempts he gave up, realizing he had only four minutes left to finish the dishes.

He hurriedly finished off the last of the dishes and then ran back to the computer, hitting the "Done" button with only a few seconds to spare. The screen went white for a moment and then the next command popped up: "Air dust the computer."

Salem's jaw dropped. He hadn't been asked to do that in months, and he couldn't remember where his Master kept the air canister. He stared dumbfounded until he saw that the timer was counting down and he only a little time. He scrambled through every drawer in the desk and all the nearby closets, but to no avail. As the last few seconds ticked down, he stood in front of the computer, biting his lip and waiting.

The screen went blank, then read "Initiating punishment."

It didn't hurt at all, but it was aggravating: the dildo and rings each pumped a gentle electrical current through him. The arcs gave a prodding sensation within him, and he wanted nothing more than to paw himself, but just as before, his paw would simply turn away at the last instant. He simply gritted his teeth and squirmed as the delicious pulses made his hips twitch and his cock pulse, tapping his belly from the intensity of his thrusts.

After two minutes of mewling and attempting to hump the computer chair, the pleasure slipped away and the electricity stopped its rhythmic prodding. The computer said simply: "It's in the basement closet."

Salem blushed, betting his Master had known that he would forget where the air duster was kept. He squeezed his thighs together, his cock still demanding attention that Salem couldn't figure out how to give it. He hesitantly reached out and clicked "next".

The command popped up almost instantly. "Go play a game."

Salem blinked. He looked over to the large-screen TV in the adjoining room and then back to the computer screen. It still said "Go play a game," and this time there was no timer on it. He smiled, eager to have a chance to relax after a morning of frantic running about. He could even forgive his Master for making him play video games instead of letting him stroke himself.

Salem checked the screen one last time to make sure there weren't any asterisks or footnotes hiding a secret message from his Master, then leapfrogged over the living room couch, grabbed the controller and headset, lounged out lengthwise on a fluffy beanbag nearly twice his size, and loaded up his favorite shooter: Luminary Circlet.

The panther boy squirmed to try and find a good position on the beanbag that wouldn't leave the controller in an awkward position against his shaft, eventually settling for a half-on-his-side position that left his throbbing length pointed up into the air. He blushed, hoping his Master hadn't installed any secret cameras to watch him (and then secretly hoping that he had).

He tried to push his mind away from his arousal and back to the game. He connected to the multiplayer room, chose a random battle, and waited one minute as the roster filled up with players. He was dropped into combat a moment later, and all thoughts of sex were forgotten as he lanced his way through the enemy team with a hail of bullets and lasers. He pumped his hand into the air as the last of them fell and the victory screen came up.

Salem's eyes slid to the side, and he noticed that the computer message had changed. He lifted his head up to get a better view and saw, "Victory detected, beginning reward."

Salem barely had time to register what it meant before... the world shifted. He wasn't sure how, but everything seemed just a little bit different, and immediately his hand was drawn to his shaft, stroking it vigorously. Whereas earlier he hadn't been able to touch his shaft no matter how hard he tried, now he couldn't stop touching. He groaned, grinding hard into his paw, covering it with some of his pre, until the world shifted back and his paw zoomed away from his shaft again.

It took Salem a while to figure out what was the cause of the change: on top of the computer there was a large light, which was currently shining a dull red color. He knew it had changed to yellow just a moment ago, that was the change he had seen. But he was amazed he hadn't noticed it before. The red tint it gave to everything was perfectly clear, now that he knew to look for it.

Salem bit his lip, guessing that his Master had somehow been training him to react to the colors in a certain way. With the red light up, he couldn't stroke, but with the yellow light up, he couldn't do anything but stroke.

He eagerly loaded up another battle, wanting another win. He once again was victorious and earned himself another minute of horny pawing and moaning.

The next game didn't go so well. One member of the opposing team seemed invincible. Salem would get a perfect headshot, and the guy just kept moving. He even tried sneaking up behind the guy and giving him a conk with the butt of his rifle, but it just seemed to bounce right off. Salem ground his teeth, swearing the guy must have been hacking, but there was nothing he could do. Soon the match was over, and Salem had lost.

Salem glanced at the screen. "Loss detected," it read, "Initiating punishment."

Salem's eyes went wide as the electric current started to pulse again, teasing his rear and balls with its soft, consistent touches. He writhed in need and signed up for the next match, desperately wanting a victory, but Salem was so distracted he could barely aim his gun. He just couldn't get the thought out of his head of his Master arriving home and giving him a good pounding and reach-around.

He lost. The computer informed him of his punishment even as it began again. Salem's hips arched up into the air in need, no longer caring if his Master was watching (not caring if anyone at all was watching). The minute of electric teasing ended with Salem panting, staring at the computer screen : "Initiating reward system. Salem come up to the computer."

Salem panted heavily, trying to just relax for a moment and catch his breath, but then he noticed that the timer had returned. His breath caught in his throat and he leaped over to the computer, following the list of instructions as quickly as he could. He opened up a drawer in the desk, which required a passcode the computer gave him, and pulled from it a latex sleeve and control. The sleeve went over his shaft (it made his eyes roll in their sockets at the pleasure it gave), and inserted the control to it in a pocket of the latex shorts.

The panther boy jumped back in front of the TV and loaded up another game (still at the urging of the computer's instructions). Almost immediately he found out what the sheath was for. Every time he took down an enemy, the sheath vibrated, constricting just a little around his shaft. Every time he was taken down, the electricity started to tease over his balls and tailhole, a little sharply so that it felt like his Master had tapped his crop against Salem's sack.

Salem lost the next five battles. He went cross-eyed every time the sheath buzzed around his shaft, and gripped the controller so hard that he emptied whole clips of ammo into nothingness every time the electric current teased him. And after every loss he had a minute of the teasing currents washing over him, followed by even stronger vibrations and pulses on the next match.

Finally, Salem won (mostly due to sheer luck and some very good teammates). He moaned in relief as the hue of the world shifted to yellow and his paw caressed over his hard and twitching shaft. The sheath had tightened up considerably and it only enhanced the feelings of his paw running up and down his cock. He could feel every ridge in his fingerpads running over every ridge in his shaft. When the world shifted back to its red tinge he gave a long and needing moan, but he was already queuing up for the next game.

At this point, though, he was hardly paying conscious attention to the game anymore. He either took the easy road, finding a high point and sniping enemy targets for a slow and steady reward of cock vibrations, or else charging in blindly and letting himself be shot up so he could get the wonderful sensation of the electricity jumping over his balls. He was so lost in the game that he didn't notice the computer was slowly counting up the number of victories he was achieving.

After the tenth one, the light switched to yellow and stayed there. The computer took control of the TV and switched the feed over to a recorded video from earlier. Salem blushed as he saw himself on screen, seated on the living room couch, naked, and with his Master's cock situated in his mouth. The picture only showed his Master from the hips down, with some of his lupine tail wagging behind him, but Salem didn't mind too much, that was a very good side to his Master after all. Salem knew that the video was of a trance his Master had done earlier. His eyes had a dull look and his Master was speaking in soft, low monotone.

Salem watched - still stroking himself helplessly due to the yellow light - as the video showed his Master training him. The wolf was shining low amounts of different colored lights into the panther boy's eyes, and with each color issuing a new order. Salem fidgeted as he watched himself stop stroking each time his Master turned the light to red (and told him to stop) and watched himself start stroking each time his Master turned it to yellow (and told him to stroke). His Master was whispering things down to Salem's glazed face, telling him how when the light turned green, pleasure would shoot through him, his mind would be lost in the kinkiest of kinky thoughts, his nerves would feel nothing but ecstacy , and he would cum.

Salem, both the Salem sitting in front of the screen and the Salem being recorded, were overjoyed, even if the latter one could show it with only a light smile. Salem watched the screen intently as his Master turned the light green and his on-screen self arched as climax overtook him.

Salem wanted to cum so badly. It wasn't enough just to watch himself cum (an orgasm he couldn't even remember no less). He wanted to cum!

He groaned, happy at least that the light was staying yellow and letting him paw as his head was flooding with horny, needy, wanting thoughts. The video showed him continuing to suckle his Master's cock, then all at once it shifted to a dead-on view of his Master's face. Salem blushed hotly and lowered his gaze. Even though it was just a recording, he couldn't help but be embarassed by his position, kneeling with his cock lewdly sticking out and his paw rubbing up and down it with slow teasing strokes.

"Well, boy," his Master said, "I trust you have been enjoying yourself today."

Salem was nodding before he remembered his Master couldn't see him.

"Now it's time for you to make a choice. You can either have your orgasm now and go back to enjoying your game." Salem felt a scream of "YES!" wanting to burst from his throat but fought it down. "Or you can keep yourself randy and horny for when I come home later in the day - in the way of my choosing, of course."

Salem fidgeted, wanting so badly to cum, but at the same time, knowing it would be so much better at the hands of his Master. The TV had gone black and the light switched back to red, so he slowly, carefully walked over to the computer, biting his lip as he selected the "keep myself horny" button. He knew that wouldn't be very hard. The very act of walking was causing the latex sleeve to move up and down his length, driving him mad with the urge to thrust.

The screen popped up more commands and Salem followed them once more. This time they directed him to another locked drawer where he found numerous cuffs. And then he was putting them on to force himself into one of his Master's favorite positions for him: hands behind the neck, kneeling. Salem finally got the last cuffs in position and then leaned forward to bump the enter key with his nose.

Salem didn't know what hit him. The light immediately switched to green and his shaft exploded, his mind a whirl of green and pleasure and green and pleasure and green and pleasure...

Salem fell to the side, blissful and content and blank. He purred as his Master's voice came from the speakers, low and monotone, training his now tranced mind for the night's fun, and as the current started to run through his balls once more, making his hips grind even as he fell into a deep hypnotic sleep.