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2.3 The Williams Lectures

"So, what will we talk about? Any subjects that are particularly interesting for you?"

Thomas -- tied up, muzzled, private parts wired to an annoyingly stimulating source of current -- didn't even dare to nod or shake his head in reply.

"No? So that means it's up to me to make a selection, yes?"

The wolf's look -- eyes dilated, showing more than the usual white ? He didn't dare to turn into an accusing one. Instead, he tried to convey a desperate plea:I don't care what you want to talk about, just please, please... just do itquietly.

The coyotess' mirthful expression did show that the message came across. Sitting directly across from Thomas (only an arm's length away) meant she had no issues with leaning over to her captive. Purposefully almost brushing along the side of his snout as she moved alongside Thomas's head -- her whiskers tickling the short fur along his maw and cheek -- he visibly stiffened (barring the part of his body that already was at the upper limit for its stiffness, knot and all) as he was close to sneezing from the deceivingly harmless touch. Again, the delicate equilibrium of his precarious balancing act was disturbed, sending new mini-peaks of unbidden -- if certainly not uncomfortable -- pleasure through him.

Whispering, her breath in close proximity making the inside of his ear tingle, she made sure her words didn't distract her newfound lover so much as to him missing what she intended him to hear.

"You've been a very good boy so far -- you're on the best way to me forgiving you the... quantum well incident. If you will listen with the same motivation that you showed when dipping into my honey pot, I promise that I'll be a hush puppy myself -- and I'll do my best not to tease you too much. Does that work for you?"

Since Samantha's crafty device was back on and wired, Thomas was naturally hesitant to signal his consent by means of nodding his head. He did so with utmost care, only moving his head up and down in the smallest of increments.

Speaking up, the coyotess' voice triggered the threshold of ambient sound that would switch the current supplied by the microcontroller up a notch -- or several, judging by the sudden stimulation nearly overwhelming him.

"I don't understand -- was that a nod... a 'yes'?"

The resulting stimuli were more than enough to elicit three frantic nods. Lowering her voice to a whisper again, the coyotess sealed the deal.

"Good -- I see that we have an agreement."

Returning to her seat directly across from Thomas, she regarded the wolf with a knowing smile, not saying a word but keeping her unwavering gaze on him to the point he started fidgeting and averting eye contact.

"So, what would you like to learn more about? We have still a couple of hours left in peace and quiet before the morning shift arrives. Oh, I know... since we have the electric engineering side covered already, how about I'll explain you what I'm here to research particle physics wise? And if you're a good listener, we might even talk about me afterwards. Is that agreeable for you?"

Nodding exaggeratedly to show his agreement, accompanied by a barely suppressed whine -- the stimulation the motion of his head made the microcontroller provide preferrable to further incentive provided by his lover-turned-captor -- Thomas did manage to satisfy Samantha's requirements for compliant behavior this time around.

The excruciating mix of stimulating and shocking sensations coursing through his most vulnerable parts was forcing him very efficiently to focus his attention and thoughts on keeping his snout level and eyes and ears following every single motion and sound Samantha made. How had the coyotess managed to get him into a situation where she could lead him on as she desired, without even laying a paw on him? Hormones running rampant were part of the answer, Thomas was certain of that. Not the only part, however -- the tantalizing mix of character traits he had just begun discovering underneath the smaller canine's shortspoken exterior was another. The intimity they had shared... well, they technically still shared... yet another.

The dominating factor -- and this choice of words was more appropriate than Thomas was ready to admit to himself even now -- was that their passionate union had sparked a fire inside him that refused to burn low. Instead, it had burned brighter and hotter with each passing minute, each passing heartbeat. With it didn't only come an all-encompassing need for her company, but also the desire to make her happy. He had trespassed his... how Samantha had called it -- honey potprivileges, foregoing her consent. For that transgression, he had deserved a punishment, as bad a boy as he had been. He had, hadn't he? As long as it made his coyotess happy, he would willingly deserve whatever she deemed deservable.

And thus began the most memorable lecture of his life: Thomas wouldn't even have fantasized about finding himself listening intently to a concise review of advanced particle physics in his wildest dreams while tied to a chair stark-naked, legs spread wide and muzzle tied neatly shut. Well... to be honest, there were certain... fantasies he may or may not have indulged in some of many lonely moments when pleasant company wasn't available.

He had never been a lady's wolf, after all. This had changed as well, in a matter of hours that had turned his personal love life from the epitome of abstinence to an unyielding, hormone-fueled surge of raging emotions and white-hot passion whose end was yet to come in sight. Even better, he was one specific lady's wolf now. Muzzled and subdued, granted -- but better to be falling in love with a trickstress as her pet than never falling in love at all, right? Right.

His lecturer had naturally registered the slightly dreamy look on his face not long after it manifested, indicating he was possibly occupied with something else than her lecture. While she was willing to cut him some slack as a reward for his compliance (not to mention his balancing skills), continued inattention definitely wouldn't do. So she decided that another reminder on the importance of attention was in order: Taking advantage of his distracted state, she slowly slunk closer -- close enough to slide a paw down his thigh, barely making contact with the thin fur covering the inside of his upper leg. At first, Thomas reacted purely on instinct, relaxing under the soft touch of Samantha's paw pads. This changed as her digits continued up the length of his malehood, wreaking havoc on his already overworked sense of touch: The sudden change from the tingles the low-yield current constantly coursing through his source of pride to the enticing strokes the coyotess applied instantly brought his wandering thoughts back to the here and now. Samantha's smile -- a genuine expression of mischief gracing her face, she chose to say nothing -- signified even more trouble was ahead for her student.

Oh no, he had left his mind to wander! What had his girlfriend just been talking about? Something about patterns of disintegration beyond some high percentage of the speed of light, no? He had tried to keep his eyes on her all the time, straining to listen to her muse-like voice with rapt attention -- while also keeping the accursed microcontroller on the bridge of his snout in perfect balance to reduce the stimuli that were causing Thomas junior to draw upon an uncannily high percentage of Thomas senior's circulatory capacity. He had obviously failed to satisfy her requirements for staying attentive, that much was obvious to him by means of the expression on her face. What sort of trouble had he gotten himself into now?

"That's always the trouble with theoretical lessons, Thomas... without practical demonstration, the important stuff is lost because your students just can't seem to commit to listening. Since you're an engineer, you should be able to appreciate the value of paws-on demonstrations, right? So what do you thing about me adding some... physical elements to the mix? We're working with the world's largest particlecollider here, after all."

On that cue, she bumped his nose with hers, catching him off-guard and making him lose his concentration for a few moments. As the inertia measurement unit on the microcontroller registered the sudden change of orientation, the motivation the attached electric circuit provided increased accordingly -- making him jump on the spot, within the small confines his bonds left him to do so. A desperate whine escaped his bound muzzle -- unable to vocalize his frustration in any other meaningful way, he nevertheless got across what he intended to say: Too much stimulation, toolittle relief!

"What are you saying... you want more? We're an eager student, aren't we? Well, simple: Behave and listen, and we will see what I can do for you."

His coyotess remained true to her word -- her lecture continued unabated, albeit with a key difference: Instead of the formal academic tone she had used so far, she added special effects to her portfolio. Particle collision events were illustrated withwhoosh and kaboom-style imitations that made her pout in an irresistibly cute fashion while also frequently driving the acoustic backdrop into regions that were way above the threshold that would prompt a reaction from the electric appliance attached to his privates. Jumpy as a description for the delicate triangular trade between pain, pleasure and pent-upness he Thomas was going through was the most placid of terms to describe his view of what was going on during this Christmas eve.

Samantha on the other paw? While maintaining the fragile balance between pain and pleasure that would make sure to put her lover's libido into overdrive, she was at the same time seeing to satisfy her own deepest desire: Even more pronounced than her body's call for intimacy was her need for a companion who she could trust unconditionally with her deepest desires and fears -- reinvigorated by the passionate act she had shared with the bound wolf in front of her. Every fibre of her being told her that he was not only one of few, but the one she could let know every last aspect of herself -- everything except her intellect. Bitter experience had taught her not to trust her own heart's desires without reservations, a lesson not even her foster parent's loving care had been able to undo.

Granted, her ways of affirming whether she could really trust another fur could be... unconventional at times. She was always vigilant in not letting her own guard down, always making sure that if and when it came to truly intimate relations. She would go out of her way to entice her partners to be the ones to open up first for that reason -- with Thomas, she was preaching to a converted. Curiosity, charm of the forbidden, but most of all blind love had served to tie him to her. The way he was playing along, as an added bonus, was one full of intoxicatingly exciting opportunities. She had to admit that she was struggling not to over-indulge, given the already quite kinky setup she had come up with: As with all stimulants, dosage made the difference between intoxication and poison -- and as she wanted her new lover to enjoy their newly forged bond the same way she was, she would never push him over the line that would increase her own excitement at the expense of his. Well, he would be able to enjoy himself eventually once she unleashed him -- until then, messing a bit more with his pent-up libido couldn't really hurt, could it?

Of course it couldn't. So the lecture continued, delving into the finer points of high-energy particle physics and the search for disintegration patterns related to the Higgs boson. The current LHC hardware wasn't powerful enough to accelerate protons beyond 96% of light speed -- provoking the formation of exotic particles stemming from the violent clash of protons. Existing only for minuscule fractions of a second, the showers of ephemeral elementary particles blinking in and out of existence as the generating baryons annihilated each other were giving phyicists a glimpse on the earliest moments of the universe, the instant after non-existence had given way to the glorious marvel that is the entirety of existence. Unravelling the secrets of the very foundations of reality was pushing the LHC project forward, both in its entirety and the individual researchers -- and especially his coyotess lover.

Thomas knew the gist of it regarding the theoretical foundations, and he knew the enthusiasm and delight sparked by successes and new discoveries -- no matter how small or insignificant they might have seemed to others -- that were gratification enough to keep you going even in the light of challenges and requirements that seemed insurmountable at times. To himself, this was tinkering with the world's most powerful particle accelerator's energy grid -- squeezing the optimum between input wattage and conversion into the constriction and acceleration coil arrays placed all along the almost 27 kilometers of the accelerator, while at the same time not jeopardizing the energy supply required by the coolant systems that kept the electromagnets below minus 270 degrees celsius.

He had acquired and applied knowledge from both physics and electric engineering, his academic studies and subsequent employment offering ample opportunities to achieve a high degree of proficiency in his profession. But in all his years of studying and practicing, he had never experienced any lecture or workshopthis intense: Somehow, he found himself absorbing Samantha's lecture in minute detail, each single word etching itself into his long-term memories with laser precision while her roaming paws and sweet voice were exploring his whole anatomy from the tip of his ears to the soles of his paws.

Sharp incisors nibbling the rim of his ears. Silken tongue caressing his lips and nose. Warm and soft breath -- amplifying the ever-present note of her scent from the scarf slung around his snout -- ruffling the fur of his face. Her paw pads softly massaging his shoulders and back, chest and abdomen -- enticing him to relax when he was tensing up too much under his efforts to maintain balance and attention. She ventured up and down his legs: Feet paws, shins, thighs -- inside and outside, she mapped out each single sensitive spot, tickling and teasing. At times, her nimble paws would roam in-between his legs, tracing the outline between femoral muscles and pelvis: Especially when relaxation threatened to make his concentration slip, a slight brush or achingly slow stroke along his malehood and the twin orbs underneath would snap him back to maximum attention in the span of a single heartbeat.

Minutes blended into each other, or were it hours? How many or even which of the two exactly, Thomas could not really tell: His coyotess and her lecture becoming the center of his world, his concentration -- his desire. As Christmas eve passed by and late evening turned into nighttime proper, Samantha diligently consolidated the beginnings of the bond that had formed between her and her tied-up lover. Not abating in her quest to keep him in the balancing act between desire and frustration -- keeping him continuously exposed to her sight, voice and smell -- Samantha could sense the wolf coming around. The way he responded to her presence, her touches and caresses, the sound of her voice? The hormone- and passion-induced heights of lust were giving way to their slightly tempered counterpart. Tempered in that the raw bliss of the act was supplanted by a desire for her that was driven by more than his carnal urges alone. Keeping him under her spell until the morning would do wonders to motivate him to quench the yearning she was cultivating...

In the midst of their academic discourse (one-sided as it was), the so far unimpeded flow of her lecture was suddenly and loudly interrupted: Her mobile phone, left on one the work benches when she had busied herself with tying up Thomas. The ring tone startled her, while it made him buckle against his restraints as the unexpected noise instantly turned up the stimulation the microcontroller provided from low yield to its maximum.

"Mom and Dad -- oh no, I totally forgot to call them! And on Christmas eve... Thomas, I have take this call. Not the slightest whine or yelp from you, do you understand?"

In unison with the phone's ring tones, Thomas's world alternated between uninhibited stimulation and salvific respite. True to her command, he stifled any kind of vocalization -- in his desperation to escape the vicious cycles of electrification his privates endured, he nuzzled into Samantha's shoulder, intent on having the device attached to his snout turned off. Thankfully, his coyotess understood his plea.

"Sorry, love -- that wasn't part of the plan!"

After tapping the microcontroller's off switch (prompting her lupine captive to relax with a relieved, but silent sigh), she hurried over to retrieve her phone. Before taking the call, she positioned herself with her phone's camera facing away from Thomas-- smoothing down her facial fur and adjusting the collar of her shirt. Struggling to maintain a happy face without giving away any hint she was looking at a stark-naked, tied up male wolf an arm's length across of her, she accepted the call.

"Hi, mom! Merry Christmas for you and Dad. I'm so sorry that I didn't call you first, I was... busy at work -- we... um, I'm the only scientific team member during the holidays. I... I just forgot -- how are you and Dad?"

Her foster mother was at the other end -- the elder collie's radiant smile slightly faded, her head cocking to one side even before she answered her daughter's affectionate greeting.

"Oh, Sam, we're fine -- but with you working over Christmas, missing family time? It's not as it should be. Still I'm happy for you, daughter -- you're beaming with joy. It's because of this colleague of yours, isn't it?"

Just like all mothers, her mother possessed the uncanny gift of being able to read their children as if they were open books. No matter how Samantha might have tried to conceal her -- passion-fueled -- emotional high, she wasn't able to hide the fact that she had fallen in love head over heels from her parents.

Her father entered the camera's field of view, nudging her mother aside by means of a tender kiss on the side of her muzzle to get a better view of his daughter.

"Hey, fuzzbutt! How are you doing on this fine Christmas night? Oh... you're beaming... it's because of this co-worker of yours you told us about, right? Is he cute? Handsome? Intelligent? Funny? You must introduce us, Sam-- and soon! If he makes you this happy, we must meet him ourselves. You can't be that busy, darling -- come on, ask him to join you and say hello!"

Like all pups who are embarrassed by the doting care of their parents, the coyotess was desperate to guide the attention away from the topic at paw.

"Daaaaaaaad! He is cute and charming -- he makes me smile and... I like being around him. But he's... tied up... with his own duties right now. There's ... uhm... been a power supply issue with the collider that requires... urgent electrical engineering, so he's... energized... at the moment."

"Samantha Williams, what have you done with him? Young lady, don't you even try to deny it -- the way your whiskers twitch, your ears quiver? Every time you're trying to distract your Dad and me from something we're not supposed to know, these are surefire giveaways."

Deciding that with her parents present as witnesses, any forthcoming punishment for disobeying his lover's rules couldn't possibly be worse -- the hope it would become even more... interesting than his present predicament was also influencing his reasoning -- Thomas nosed his way past his coyotess' arm, jostling himself into the field of view of her smart phone camera.

"Fi, Mrf. Filliamf-- Mr. Filliamf."

"Sam... I thought so. We could hear your friend breathing next to you -- you really have an excellent internet connection over there, considering how well ambient sound carries over. So... would you please introduce us to the young gentlewolf at your side?"

Bright red shining through her facial fur, most prominently marking the insides of her folded-back ears in a crimson hue, she grabbed Thomas's by a shoulder -- squeezing a bit harder than she technically had to in order to make him move closer -- and squeeze-cuddled him against the side of her chest.

"Mom, Dad, meet Dr. Thomas Richter. Call him Thomas, or Tom, or Mr.Stick-my-snout-in-places-it-doesn't-belong, whichever you prefer. Thomas, these are my parents -- my mother Kate, my father Henry."

"Nife fo meef ju, ju aff a fonderful fauffher! Fhe if a feaufiful anf fonfiderafe ferfon -- I fofe fer fery fuch!"

The elder collies were moving closer together to get a better view of their daughter and her friend at the other end -- even if only obvious at a second glance, Samantha's phone camera showed enough of the pair to make clear that the wolf was clad in nothing but his fur. If the scarf knotted into a muzzle adorning his snout hadn't been proof enough, their daughter's potential fiancé seated next to her -- tied to some piece of furniture -- clearly indicated the two were currently... busy... with each other.

"Pleased to meet you, Thomas... say, did we interrupt you with anything... important?"

To Thomas, the nonchalance Samantha's parents showed towards theunconventional setting they had found their daughter and her lover in was both a relief (since it allowed his coyotess and himself to save face) and disconcerting, for it strongly indicated that a situation like theirs was nothing unknown -- or dingy for that matter -- for them.

"Fo, fu fifn'f -- nnnnffff!"

Thomas's equally nonchalant answer was cut short as Samantha pinched his upper arm... a bit harder than strictly necessary.

"This... setup is part of your daily routine, Sam?"

If anything, the dark-red hue underneath the coyotess' fur became even deeper -- there was no simple way to explain her deeply intimate desires to her parents; certainly none she could come up with ad-hoc.

"Mom, this... ummm... isn't exactly part of my job description, no..."

Before she could even try to formulate an explanation, an affectionate chuckle from her mother cut her off.

"Oh, Sam -- why should we judge the two of you? We were judged when we were young ourselves... oh, the Sixties. Woodstock, Burning Dog? Your father and me, we found and explored many ways to express our love for each other. Why should we be offended, or even deny you the right to do the same? As long as both of you are comfortable with what you are experiencing. And you will make up to your love what he's just doing for you, young lady."

That left both Samantha and Thomas speechless -- the tied-up wolf regaining his wits first.

"Faif.. fo fu ar OFE wif fis... fuff fife fis?"

This time it was Henry who chimed in.

"Yes, young fellow -- we are. Our Sam has always been a tinkeress, and I assume that she has found a kindred spirit in you. You wouldn't have allowed to lay paw on you like this if you hadn't an affinity towards... engineering and mechanics -- and electromagnetics, it seems -- as well. Am I right?"

He was not wrong. In fact, his assessment was very much on point.

"Yef, Mffr. Filliamf-- buf fhere if fore - fi feel fonfent anf fnuf wif Fam afounf."

"Thomas, call me Henry, please; you'll be a member of our family from now on. Our Sam, she isn't someone whose trust you can gain easily. When she has let you into her heart, you've earned and gained the trust of her family as well. We're happy for you -- both of you. How you're falling for each other... it reminds me very much of how I met your mother, Sam. Our first night together, I've never forgotten -- I'll never forget."

Samantha and Thomas saw Henry draw his wife into a warm embrace, kissing the side of her muzzle. She leaned into his affectionate gesture, her eyes suddenly going wide as -- somewhere outside the field of view of the camera on the other end -- paws were roaming where they hadn't been expected to roam so suddenly.

"Henry -- the kids... aaaaaaah... are watching! W... eeeeeeeh... can't ju ... uuuuuusssss..."

Her objections tapered off under the ministrations of her husband, whichever paw maneuvers utilized (off-screen) sparking intense reactions cultivated by decades of shared passion.

"Why not? It's not fair if the youngsters get all the fun for themselves, my love -- unless you mind your husband being playful?"

"No... oooooooh -- Henry, I don't mi... nnnnnnnnd! We ha... ahhhven't saidgoodbye yyyyyyyyyeeeeeeet!"

"Goodbye, kids -- we'll take this off-screen now. Enjoy your remaining night shift, you two, and see you soon!"

With that, the two collies, wife carried off by her husband, disappeared from the camera view -- the connection still active. After the third "Ooooooh, Henry!", Samantha finally managed to shake off her stupor, hitting the disconnect icon on her phone. With her maw slacking open by wordless astonishment, she seemingly was busy processing what she had just learned about the libido of her foster parents.

"Fell, fju fertaify fafe fifefy farenf, Fam. Fey'fe fot fo froflem fif afyfn fofinf affeffion fof eaf ofer... I life fem!"

"Oh, I bet you do, darling. You're adapting pretty fast to this whole love affair business, Tom, I'll grant you that. Which reminds me: Technically, aren't you still without talking privileges?"

She reached for his snout, to where the microcontroller was still firmly attached to his makeshift muzzle. She saw her lupine lover stiffen -- not only his most precious part, all of him -- before she diverted her paws to the back of his head, undoing the knots that held the muzzle in place. After pulling her scarf off his snout, she pulled him into a gentle but deep kiss. Lacking the means to properly reciprocate, the wolf still did his best to make the intimate gesture enjoyable for his lover: His tongue soon joined hers in exploring each other's maws for a full minute while their muzzles remained locked, his head held in place by her firm embrace.

Finally, as the need for oxygen made the pair break their kiss, Samantha proceeded to free her captive from his remaining restraints -- but not before ruffling through his cheek fur, her careful massaging of his jaw muscles visibly helping him relax.

"You're quite the number, aren't you? My parents, they're... tolerant and laid-back, I knew that much. But the way you introduced yourself? Something else entirely, I have to give you that! Not only did you save me the awkward introduction, you also... fueled their passion. Well, not... seeing, but definitely hearing them living out their love for each other -- I had never thought I'd play an active role in... facilitating this."

When the last velcro strips had been removed Thomas did flex his arms and legs to ease his strained muscles, finally able to stand up from the chair he had been tied to for the last couple of... hours?. Finally able to freely turn his head again without the microcontroller discouraging him from doing so, he finally had the chance to look at the wall clock hanging on the far side of the workshop -- only to realize it was already well past three o'clock in the morning, about half-way through their shared graveyard shift.

His captivity certainly hadn't felt that long. On the other hand, his world being focused on his lover's voice (and smell), meandering thoughts effectively kept in check by the device that was still attached to his fully-flagged, most tender piece did go a long way towards disregarding the passage of time. Come to think of it: The velvet touch of her paws on his lightning rod, as his coyotess had called it, instantly brought him back to the here and now. As much as the pure physical sensation stimulated him, the sheer force of will required to resist giving in to it was... immense! Technically, she was right of course -- he was still without talking privileges despite the liberty he had taken to introduce himself to Samantha's parents.

When he failed to stifle a yelp that seamlessly drifted over into a moan, the coyotess realized that she was toying with her lover's most intimate spots -- yet again. That byitself was certainly not the problem taking his reactions into account, it was without giving him the same courtesy she had expected him to learn after his unsanctioned honey pot adventure. His larger paws came to rest on hers before she had a chance to withdraw, however: Gently guiding her back to unfastening the two adjustable metal bands that she had fastened around the girth of his puppy maker.

"Sam, after you've been... wolf-handling me for half the night, there's nothing wrong with... finishing what you started."

He waited for her to remove and put away the cabling that had secured his compliance over the last few hours before catching her in an embrace -- to her surprise this time. He held her look for long seconds filled with silence before slowly dipping his snout towards the side of her neck, his nose nestling into her chest fur protruding from her collar. Her breath caught as he started nibbling along her neckline, his incisors stopping their foray just shy of the first outskirts of her erogeneous zones.

"You promised me some Sam story time after your lectures -- if I behaved. And I think I did behave myself -- well... mostly?"

In turn, she lightly scratched him behind his ear -- him leaning into the light touch, the triangular appendage reflexively twitching.

"I guess your performance and compliance were... acceptable, dear. I'll even let you pick the things you want to know about me. Say... you weren't planning on doing story time the stand-up way, were you?"

Without her realizing -- since he kept the coyotess busy with more nibbling and licking -- Thomas had nugded her towards the blankets and cushions laying around discarded after the pair had finished the Christmas picknick he had brought with him. Not letting go of her with one arm, he gathered up the upholstery with his free paw, tossing it to the floor in a loose heap. Once he had arranged them into a passable makeshift bedding by means of his feet paws, he went on to first sit, then lie down -- pulling the startled coyotess with him, a surprised mixture of yelp and squeal accompanying their common descent into a more comfortable resting position.

"Is this better?"

Not necessarily unsurprising, Thomas found his lover snuggling up against him.As his grip on her was far from immobilizing, she twisted and turned in his arms searching and quickly finding a comfortable position on top of her lupine lover. With his paws coming to rest on top of her stomach, her own paws were free to resume their exploration of her living bed's anatomy.

"Much better. Didn't you want to get... dressed for the story hour?"

Adjusting his own stance (wiggling back and forth, and side to side) -- a relevant and most welcome side effect was to tease the smaller canine resting on top of him with a maximum amount of physical contact. Even if it took him, just like suppressing the reflexive grinding and humping motions the microcontroller had prompted from him had, a considerable amount of conscious willpower to refrain from giving in to the urges the coyotess' continued teasing had awakened: She wasn't the only one adept at teasing her partners -- at least from Thomas's point of view.

"Getting dressed? No. Why? My winter pelt keeps me warm. Besides, I've got the best blanket I could possibly imagine."

She made a point of snuggling even closer to Thomas, deliberately brushing her head along the underside of his snout as she mimicked his nibbling moves. Also, with her constant wiggling and and squirming -- which in no way seemed overdone from her point of view -- made sure Samantha was continuously teasing the wolf, if in a more subtle way than she had when he was still completely at her mercy. To his credit, he was able to control his own urges remarkably well: In spite of having the coyotess in his embrace, with her doing her part in intensifying the mutual contact (without pushing him too far), he made no move to take the snuggling to a more carnal level. Not yet -- but he soon enough would if Samantha's efforts to encourage him to take a more... aggressive approach to their blossoming relationship.

"We're a real charmer today, aren't we? Well, a promise is a promise. So, what do you want to know about the one and only Samantha Williams?"

"I can ask any question I like?"

"You've been a good pup, so... yes. You earned that right."

A paw idly circling over her right breast with the other one coming to rest on her belly, Thomas's next statement did manage to take her by surprise.

"So... what do you say if we make this a bit more interesting? I get to guess before you answer, and for each guess I get right, I get to pick a piece of clothing to undress?"

So, a stripping game -- a classic. Solid choice, and one she was more than inclined to accept; looking forward to, as she had to confess to herself with a surprising degree of gleeful anticipation. She had to give him him an irresistible reason to guess wrong, however: After all, she could hardly let his attempts to seduce her to give in to the suspenseful passion that had built up between the two of them since their initial, lust-fueled act of passion go unchecked. He would get his shot at acting upon his cravings -- as many shots as he wanted, even: That had been the purpose behind her unmistakably direct and obvious bantering and baiting while she had him tied up and under her sway.

"Deal. But for every guess you're getting wrong... I'll get to lay paws on you, no questions asked."

The past hours had made him sufficiently sceptical about his coyotess' offers to only take them into consideration with a reasonable portion of caution.

"What for?"

"Uh... massaging?"

This in turn made his ears perk up as he heard Samantha's offer -- this was too good to turn down. Massaging... what mischief could she possibly cause with some harmless massaging? He could surely use something to relax over, not to mention a distraction from his throbbing member. At the moment, he doubted Samantha junior would ever cease throbbing even after no longer standing at foll attention after the mixture of tactile and electric stimulation he had received while at the mercy of his lover.

"Agreed; no tying me to chairs, no electrifying my privates."

The coyotess actually had a hard time suppressing a broad smile: A very specific list of exceptions -- and a typical rookie mistake. He forgot to add no muzzling to the list, and he had only said no electrifying of privates!

She would need to teach Thomas about bluffing and how to read the body language and mien of his peers... especially hers. His conditions would be ludicrously simple to work around, and she would easily be able to put his newly attuned self control and patience to a stress test -- and push him over whatever threshold of teasability he would be able to maintain.

"Alright... but if you get to set rules, it's only fair if I get to set one too: If you strike out ten times, I'll get to do with you what I like -- in turn, if you guess right ten times, you get the same privilege with me."

She offered him a paw to shake for sealing the agreement, what Thomas prompty did: The trap was set, the bait laid out -- and her prey fell for it just as he had fallen in love with her.

"So, Tom... what do you want to know?"