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The ticking clock rubbed Alek the wrong way. Every movement of the small hand etched into his brain. His left leg wouldn't stop hopping against the floor, while his right hand dug into the leather armchair of the couch. The wolf took a deep breath and held it. One second. Two seconds. Three seconds.

"Alek?" The hyena sitting across from him spoke with concern. She wore a deep blue skirt that stretched over her knees, with nylons extending down to her matching heels. A white blouse covered her top, presenting the allure of professionalism that clashed with the mohawk and braided ponytail hairstyle. Brown eyes looked through glasses that Alek swore had no lenses. His ears perked as he cocked his head in attention. "Are you alright?"

He nodded and exhaled. "Nervous?" She asked. He nodded again. The hyena smiled, "That's alright. It's your first time, right?" He nodded thrice and wanted to sink into the leather couch. This was a mistake, a messed up attempt to fulfill a desire that he'd been hiding for so long. The hyena did not seem to belittle him for it, but he was curious as to what she was writing down.

"Well, that's why we're having this primer." The hyena said. "So we can make sure you understand all the rules and keep you relaxed for the session." She pointed her pen to the glass of water on the table. "And do drink up. It's best to keep hydrated for this sort of thing."

"R-Right." His arms felt too light to lift the glass yet he pushed through all the same. The water was room temp, better to hydrate yet not as satisfying. "I've just...well I've only seen this kind of stuff in porn."

"That is incredibly common." The hyena nodded. "I could count on my fingers how many clients had discovered these desires outside of porn. Is there anything specific in your porn that you'd like to try?"

Specific? Alek felt his face flush with color at the question. "I...well, anal has always been something. But...well I'm not sure if I'm ready for that." He did make the effort to clean himself out before he came. But he attributed that to basic hygiene.

"Is the reason physical or mental?" She asked, "Would you consider it a hard limit?"

"A hard limit?"

"Like, a red flag. Something that you don't ever want to try."

He blinked. "Is that common? I mean, I like how it looks on porn, but I never thought people who liked what they see in porn wouldn't want to try it."

A small laugh slipped past her lips. "There is a lot of porn that, if you tried to replicate, would lead to felonies or death. So it's not rare."

"Oh." He said. "It's not a hard limit. I guess it's a...soft limit? Is that a thing?"

"It is." She nodded. "Do you know how safewords work?" Alek shook his head. It sounded familiar, but porn hadn't been kind in explaining that. Her face fell for a second, but the smile returned before he could panic. "A safeword is what you would say when you want to stop. Sometimes people like to get into character, so the word 'no' isn't really applicable for the scene."

"Why not?" Alek asked.

Smiling, the hyena put down her notepad. Her chest puffed and her voice grew breathy, "Sometimes people want to play the victim. They'll go 'Stop! Please! No, don't do that!' when in reality they want it bad." Pulling herself back, the hyena crossed her legs over and continued, "No one wants to end a scene by mistake, so safewords and safe signals were made. Lots of couples have their own personalized safewords, usually something that you wouldn't expect to hear in regular conversation. Fruits, names of cars, one client I had said he and his wife liked to use famous locations as their safeword. For us, we'll just use the basic three. Red," She held up a finger for each one, "Yellow, and Green."

"And safe signals?" Aleks asked.

"Not necessary for this session as I don't plan on gagging you. Unless, of course, you really want it." He did, but Alek deferred to her expertise in the matter. After all, he'd return if things went well. "Good. As for the words, Red means full stop. Session is over, I undo everything we're doing and we relax. Yellow means I'll slow down or take it easier for you. Green means everything is fine. Of the three, yellow is the most common to say."

"So I shouldn't say Green with every hit?" He asked.

"It's not needed so don't feel stressed about it. But other than that, does this all make sense?"

"Y-Yeah." He nodded and gulped. "So, when do we start?"

The hyena's brown eyes focused on the wolf, lacking any reflective glare of lenses. She kicked her foot back and forth, like a pendulum. Combined with the ticking above them, it reminded Alek of a grandfather clock. "Are you ready?" She asked. There was something about her tone that hit the wolf just right. He felt so small, yet so chest-burning excited at the same time. With his nod, she raised her foot up, "On your knees."

Alek, despite the command's simplicity, sat still, confused. There? Now? She tilted her head, silently telling him that this wasn't a request. His heart leaped instead of his legs, which shakingly pulled him up off his seat and before the hyena. Knees against the hardwood floor, he kept his back straight and his face downward, unsure if he should look up to her.

"A little slow." She mused aloud, "Something to work on. You are lucky I've taken time out of my day to meet with you. I think it's best that you show your appreciation for that." Brushing her foot against his chest, the hyena commanded. "Kiss them."

His pants felt tight suddenly. Steadying his breath, the wolf leaned in and pressed his lips against the toes of her heel. He held them there, wanting her to know how grateful he was for this opportunity. This chance to be treated as he desperately needed. The hyena hummed her appreciation and asked the same with her next. He paid in equal measure.

"Good boy." Her praise tingled across his spine. "Get up and strip." She commanded, removing her glasses by looping them around the rim. There were never lenses. Alek almost lifted off the floor with how quickly he stood. With haste, he discarded his shirt, pants, and undergarments, until nothing remained but his naked gray fur. She watched him throughout, letting her presence speak volumes as the bare wolf stood in attention.

He wasn't alone in that regard. The hyena peered down between his legs and grinned. "Adorable. Get soft." That was easier said than done, but Alek had plenty of memories to soften himself up. She opened a drawer and pulled out a leather collar, lube, and a chastity cage. "This," She spurted lube over her hand and massaged his sake, allowing the cold metal ring of the cage to slip past, "Is to keep that thing of yours from getting uppity. You need to earn an erection." The hyena pointed downward. Alek fell back to his knees and held his breath as the collar wrapped around his neck, "And this is to remind you of your place. Too tight?" The question was asked with a sincerity that almost broke his immersion. He shook his head. "Good. So long as this collar is on, you are under my command and protection. You will refer to me as Mistress, or Mistress Hazel. Is that clear?"

"Y-Yes." He answered. Her glance made him gulp, further reminding him of the collar around his neck. "Yes, Mistress Hazel."

"Better." She hitched a leash around his neck. "Come on. I need to get dressed." Her playroom was only the next room over, but every step at the end of her leash made it feel like a mile. Not in a bad way, Alek admitted to himself that he wished they walked longer. Maybe even more bound and at her mercy. Seeing the bondage cross and spanking bench across the black hardwood floor of her dungeon brought more arousing thoughts. His cage felt tighter in response.

Mistress Hazel locked Alek's arms above him. "Now, I'm going to change into something more appropriate, but you haven't earned my naked body, yet." A leather blindfold strapped over his eyes, "Tell me, can you see anything at all?"

"No, Mistress."

"Not even a crease of light underneath?" She asked. He shook his head. "Good. Once I get dressed, we'll start." They hadn't even started? Mistress Hazel laughed as he turned to face her direction. Everything up until now was a gift? It had to be. Chains rattled as he shivered with delight. He took a deep breath to calm himself with what was to come.

His ears twitched at the stretch of something. Not exactly fabric, but not plastic either. Like a stretching slap against the skin. Sniffing the air, Alek caught a hint of latex. Boot buckles clicked on, with steps clicking across the floor. She pulled the blindfold away, revealing long black latex gloves that passed her elbows, a spiked collar wrapped around her neck, and a matching black latex strapless bra. His eyes veered down to her buckled thigh-high boots but caught wind of a noticeable bulge against her latex thong. Given what he knew of lady hyenas, it didn't surprise him. He didn't expect to be excited by it either.

Without the boots, Mistress Hazel stood above him. With them on, the wolf had to crane his neck up to stare into her eyes. The latex of her gloves removed the warmth of another person's touch as she cradled his face. "Do you like what you see, slave?" She whispered with authority.

"Yes, Mistress." He gulped.

"Good, puppy." The glove patted his cheek. "Now, I'm going to put the blindfold back on, and you're going to keep standing. Is that understood?"

"Yes, Mistress." Her smile vanished as the leather blindfold wrapped back over his eyes. He tried to track her through scent and sound. Her heels stepped slowly, fading in and out as she paced around the room. Something sliced through the air. Once, twice, three times, none of which hit him but had his fur stand on end. Alek imagined her taking different tools off the wall, swinging them for their weight and heft to decide how she should torment him.

Multiple tails thudded against his chest. The weight of the impact overshadowed the sting of each leathery end. He yipped, more from shock than pain. "Shh..." She whispered into his ear, "Relax. Don't run from it." The tails brushed softly against his chest, "A tough guy like you can take much more."

She didn't know how right she was. Alek took a deep breath and loosened his shoulders. The tails struck again, the impact resounded in his ears. Like a bunch of tiny punches pelting him at once. The hits encircled him, enveloping his body more in a violent massage than a barrage of pain.

Then it snapped across his back. Alek held his scream. His arms tensed and fists clenched. The next strike returned to the massage over his body until she reached around to his front where she snapped at his nipples and chest. The wolf grunted through his teeth, and the hyena kept flogging. She'd continue to ease his body with the massaging strikes, only to crack against his most sensitive bits at random.

A strange sensation washed over him when she stopped. He turned his head blindly, ready to ask her to continue. Mistress Hazel grabbed his headfur to keep him steady. "Ass out." She ordered. A cool, wide, and flat object rubbed against his left buttcheck. A brush? No, a paddle. He complied with the order, gritting his teeth as she pulled back. His yelps mixed with the heavy crack of wood against flesh, turning his backside into a small flame she fanned with each hit.

The hyena toyed with patterns. Just as Alek thought she had a rhythm, she'd change it up to keep him guessing. Bitten grunts turned to breathy gasps and soft screams from the paddling. "Aww, is the big bad wolf in pain?" She teased, whipping up a harder strike after.

The sting stayed with him when she stopped, like a pulsing fire under his skin. He heard the paddle be tossed aside, followed by the flicker of a lighter. "What am I to do with you?" She said aloud. The hint of cigarette smoke filled the air, followed by a cloud of it on his face. He coughed.

"You're leaning into this better than most." She said with another puff before continuing. "People tend to cry out more when I paddle their ass. You sure you're a first-timer?" He nodded, earning a snicker from her. "Christ, we might be a bad match."

"P-Pardon?" He asked, scared and confused.

She grabbed his headfur and pulled hard. "Honorifics, bitch."

His ears dropped. "S-sorry, Mistress. I just don't understand what you mean by bad match."

Another puff of smoke washed over him as she sighed. "You're really durable and you're not complaining." The warmth of her cigarette traveled over his body, close enough that Alek felt he'd burn himself if he moved. "It makes me want to push all the harder on you. Hmm...do you like being a punching bag?"

After a pause, he nodded. "Yes, Mistress."

"Well, I need a workout. But it's not fun if you're not pushing yourself, so how about we push a small limit first. Do that, and I'll gladly relieve some real stress on you. Sounds good?" He nodded carefully. "Good. Now, take a deep breath and relax." He listened to her rummage through the dungeon. Something popped and spurted out from a bottle, then a chill rushed between his bottom cheeks. "Relax." Mistress Hazel's hands spread his backside. A tip pressed against his pucker, twisting right and left to slip behind it. Alek's breaths sped up as she penetrated him.

"There." She said with satisfaction. "How do you feel?"

It was an odd sensation. Alek hadn't experimented with his ass before now. He'd wanted to, but fear kept his fingers from going through his backdoor for long. Now that something was there, he felt filled. Comfortable maybe? Despite its foreign presence, he didn't want to immediately toss it aside. "F-Fine, Mistress."

"Good." Her balled fist smacked into his right cheek. "Now stay still. I wanna get my practice in."

Alek had been punched before. He'd been battered, bruised, and left bloodied on more than one occasion. This experience let the wolf know that the hyena was holding her punches back. Each strike carried weight but was restrained. From his ass, and his chest, to slaps across the face, and even right above his crotch, the hyena made sure he felt the heavy thud of her hands. He leaned into it, letting the dull pain rush endorphins across his body.

By her cackle, Hazel took notice. She wailed harder. He laughed not out of insult, but joy. More pain, more weight. Next time she might as well tie him to a punching bag and use him the entire time. Then she hit his sack.

Alek keeled over, held up by the chains. "Hey, stay standing!" Hazel growled. Alek's legs strained as he pulled himself back up. She kicked them aside when he tried closing them. "Don't block the speed bag. I need to work on my routine." Blow after blow rocked his body. She still held back, but it made little difference with the whines and howls that escaped Alek's maw. He stomached it all. At first, he thought he deserved the pain. But with how his ass clenched around the plug and the way his muscles ached when she stopped, it all became clear.

He wanted it.

Something buzzed. Hazel's hand wrapped around his throat right as the vibration pressed against his cage. "You better not cum." She whispered, "Else I might end the session early."

"N-No!" He grunted out. "Please, no, Mistress. Not yet." the wolf's crotch ran from the toy.

With laughter, she made the wand follow. "Well, then you need to tell me what you want next. What you really want." The vibration turned up. "Cause if you don't open up your deepest desire right here and now, I'm going to make you cum and you'll never get another session."

Panic convinced him the threat was real before logic could get in a word. "I want you to fuck me!"

His body swam in relief at the admission. Hazel pulled off the vibe and hummed. "You know, given my situation, fucking you would be crossing the no-sex line. And if you were any other customer, I'd just laugh and say it wouldn't happen." The hyena held his jaw shut so he couldn't answer. "But you're a good friend of someone I care very deeply about. And I like taking virgins."

With a soft pat across his cheek, she left him hanging to position herself behind him. Alek swallowed, unsure if what was happening was real even as she twisted and pulled the plug from his ass. He tensed and quivered. "Shh...take a deep breath," She whispered from behind. Something warm pressed against his pucker, "Just relax. You remember your safewords?" He nodded. "Good. Tell me them."

"G-Green to keep going. Yellow to slow down. And red..." He gulped, "Red to stop."

"Good boy." The warm fleshy rod pushed into his ass and beyond where the plug had laid. He cried out. Mistress Hazel's hands held his chest steady, whispering words of encouragement as she penetrated him. "How do you feel?" She asked, "Knowing I'm inside you."

"Weak..." He muttered, "N-Not in a bad way. I just...feel like I'm at your mercy and-AHH." She pushed back and thrusted with a giggle. "Fuck, fuck, fuck," the wolf cried out with deep breaths.

Her soft laughter enraptured his heart. "Do you like it?" She asked, "Feeling weak? Being stuck at my mercy while I enjoy your tight hole?" Another pull and push into him turned his answer into a groan. "I think you do. Deep down you like being the little bitch, don't you."

"Yes." He sank into her hold.

"Say it."

"I'm a little bitch."

She bucked into him. "Again."

"I'm a little bitch."

"Louder!" Her hand clapped against his cheek, "Let it out!"

"I'm a little bitch!" Tears swelled as he smiled wide. Mistress Hazel answered his cry with the rhythmic pounding. Her fingers locked tight to keep him steady as the wolf lost himself in the new sensation. Like a dam against a flood, he felt pleasure rise and rise, scratching at the walls to break through.

Alek wanted it, he begged for it.

It would not come.

Mistress Hazel let loose a satisfied sigh as she pulled out. "Another one for the memory books." The hyena teased. Alek's chains came loose, as did his blindfold. The hyena took to the throne, her pesudocock glistening in the leftover lube and standing in attention. He'd heard hyena girls had girth, but he didn't expect it to be bigger than his own. So marveled by it that the wolf didn't notice her boots extended.

"Show your appreciation, bitch." She smiled. Alek nodded and crawled over, planting his lips firmly on the toe of her boots. He held it there until she pushed him off, then again with the next one. "Good boy. Take the cuffs off and go grab some wipes." She looked over the room and, aloud, pondered, "Where did I leave your keys?"

Alek, blushing, asked, "Um...can I keep this on? For the cleaning, I mean."

Surprised, the hyena smirked and nodded. "Guess that answers my first question."

"You can ask away if you'd like. I don't mind." There was a surprisingly calm candor about being naked while he helped clean. The cage certainly added some excitement. Though given that he'd only been bound by cuffs, the wet wipes didn't need much use.

"Fine, fine. Did you enjoy it?" She asked.

He nodded. "Kind of wish you let me cum, though."

"From your ass? Buddy, it takes a lot of work to do that. I haven't met any guy who's gotten an orgasm on their first fuck backdoors."

"Then I guess I'll have to come back." Alek said with a grin, "Mistress."