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With a grin, he entered the infamous lobby of his most favorite establishment in the city. He often came here when he had a rough day at work and needed some relaxation and fun. With a big grin he registered another visit at the reception. Being a regular meant it wouldn't take long for all the financial stuff to be taken care off. This time it took the husky a little while though, but his day wasn't as bad and the wolf was pretty excited to spend another hour or two to make it a great day.

"All taken care off, Mr. Smith, please step in the elevator." The husky motioned over towards the red carpet and the grey furred canine had a titular smile on his face. Nodding, the wolf followed the direction, clicking on the button. Soon the elevator doors opened and some smooth lounge music made his ears perk, an excited tingle running through the corporate head's body. He clicked on the button for his floor, his brain already making up the illusion of relaxing incense and smooth paws all over his body. However something seemed off as the Ding of the elevator reaching it's destination came sooner then expected and when the doors opened, he wasn't greeted by the relaxing setting he wanted.

"H-huh?" Confused, the wolf stepped out and his leather shoes clicked on the smoothened stone floor of the dungeon floor. His tail and ears lowered as he stepped out and looked around. Whips, leather gear and bondage supplies everywhere. A shiver ran down his back over the idea of what could and what DID happen in this very room, the male quickly turning around, seeing the doors close infront of him. His finger pressed on the button but they still closed on him. The wolf was getting especially frustrated as they didn't want to open anymore no matter how often his finger pressed on the call button... or how desperately he pushed and then slammed his hand on it. With an annoyed grunt he turned back around, thinking that he just had to wait a bit for the elevator since the light was still showing that it would arrive soon. Walking towards the bed first he thought he could at least sit down on the single lone furnishing that looked comfortable in this almost... menacing room. However his eyes spotted something on the wooden table that looked more like a medieval stretcher, a small folded card on top of some bondage gear. Ears raising a bit, he stepped over to the wooden table, taking up the card. Unfolding it his eyes scanned over the small, handwritten card and what he read made his blood freeze in his body and a feeling of dread was settling inside him.

'Mr. Garcia, I want you to undress yourself, put on the leather gear and sit on the table. Then you are to put on the blindfold. Not following these instructions will have terrible consequences.'

Garcia, that was his real name! No one here knew it of course... nearly EVERYONE who came to this establishment knew that a fake name was more then common. He was almost sure there were hundreds of other John Smiths here. So now he knew why the elevator didn't open up... this was all a plot of someone who knew him. Gulping a bit, he looked around, but if there were any cameras, they were clearly hidden. If someone knew and word came out it could have some negative media for his company... it could even result at him getting fired. So he felt like he had no choice at all but to strip out of his business suit, feeling a bit silly by having to inspect the gear first to know how to put it on. He felt the cold leather and steel rings pressing awkwardly against his fur and he pushed his sheath and balls through the groin peace. His tail was tucked between his legs as the proud wolf was put in such an embarrassing sexual gear. One couldn't even call it clothes, since it was only some straps of black leather stitched together for a vest, slits in places so his sensitive places were accessible. It reminded him more of climbing safety gear, the rings clearly in places to hold his weight. And there were enough places where he could be strapped and hung in almost every position... the very uncomfortable looking mesh for example. Gulping again, he sat on the stretcher, reading through the card again, before bracing himself and putting on the blindfold. It was more a mask, with muffs to cover his ears just as well and he had to strap it on snugly on his head.

A few minutes after he had followed the instructions, he heard the ding, his ears not being allowed to raise by the muffs and he blindly looked in the general direction of the elevator.

"Good job, Mr. Garcia, that's a good little puppy." he was greeted by a distorted, slightly robotic voice, whoever that was clearly didn't want to be found out. It somehow still sounded female, even with the machine distorting her voice. Garcia heard muffled steps clicking on the stone floor, telling him that whoever was hear wore high-heeled shoes... definitely a female then... hopefully. His heart was beating fast and a slight whimper was coming from him.

"W-who is this, what do you want from me." he asked, clearly scared, but trying to bark it out like an order.

"SHUSH! You silly mutt. You know where you are, you know what to expect... and it clearly wouldn't be fun if I just told you who I am, right?" the anonymous female asked, paws pressing on his nearly naked chest and then with a hard push he was slammed on the wooden table. Air was knocked out of him at the rough push and he was quickly straddled by the female. She grabbed his arms roughly by the wrists, the lesser strength of her wasn't a disadvantage as he was uncoordinated with the blindfold and every resistance of him was met by her pressing her sharp fingernails into his flesh.

"Hold still... if you play by the rules it won't be TOO awful for you... maybe!" she threatened him and he let out another pained whimper. Her nails really hurt as she pressed them into his wrist. So he tried not to fight it as she strapped his arms down on the stretcher. He clearly wasn't happy about what happened, pretty prominent since his sensitive member tried to hide and retreat even more into his exposed sheath.

She saw this and she tisked softly at that and he felt her shifting her weight, turning herself around on him. Then he felt a soft paw fondling and petting at his sheath.

"Not excited about this, huh? Don't worry, soon you will be." she said, clearly amused.

"You know, somehow I expected it to be a tiny bit more... impressive. I'm slightly disappointed, Mr. Garcia." she taunted him, crawling over him to strap down his feet as well, completely leaving him at her mercy. She was still fully clothed in what seemed to be normal clothes. Feeling her weight lifted from his body he heard the clicks of her heels on the wood and then he felt her carefully rubbing the sharp heel against his crotch. She was really gentle with it, but knowing what she was rubbing at him, it still made him afraid. She could seriously hurt him with that after all. Yet all fear and the erotic handling of his crotch had the strange effect of slightly turning him on, the pink tip of his cock poking out of his sheath.

"Oh see... there we go..." she said and giggled, the voice distorter making the giggle sound really strange. He felt the sharp heel vanish from his crotch and her weight returned as she sat back down on him, her hands feeling him up, roughly fondling his crotch. Yet her fingers were so small and her paws so warm that it quickly aroused him more and more... being pent-up helped just as much. His cock slipped out, hardening slightly as she gripped and petted at it, clearly playing with him and not at all acting to please him.

"Enough of that... lie still, mutt." she ordered him, getting a whimper in response. Not that he could go anywhere anyway, being bound to a stretcher! She left him on the smooth table for a while and his ears soon heard a muffled buzzing. Whimpering more his tail tuck back between his legs, thinking she was about to violate his ass with a vibrator. However she did something way worse! The buzz moved closer to his head instead of further towards his legs and he felt something metallic pressing onto his chest. He paled as she dragged it along it, the female shaving his fur!

"Hey, s-stop! Don't do that!" he barked out, trying to wriggle away, clearly annoying her as she gently punched his side, making him yelp. From his upper belly up to just above his nipples she quickly got rid of his fur, shortening it down to mere millimeters.

"There..." she said, clicking and turning off the razor and then was gone again. His cock had gone limp back again, but it was still slightly out of his sheath. He heard her climb back up on the table, this time she lifted her skirt and rubbed her bare sex against his crotch. The feel of hot, clearly aroused and wet pussy lips rubbing along his sensitive cock got a raise out of him and he hoped she would at least get him off.

Rubbing and rubbing she waited for him to be hard, before she grabbed his cock and lined it up at her sex. His member slipped into a very tight feeling pussy and he let out a soft, happy groan, for the first time in this room feeling actually good! She rode him slowly, one paw pressed on his now naked chest and he heard her breath softly as she fucked him. The good feeling was knocked out very quickly however as he felt something dripping on his chest and a burning sensation spread on his sensitive skin, making him squeal out. More drips and more humps, the wolf quickly figured out she was dripping wax on him, the stuff burned! However her tight and hot pussy was keeping him hard. More distorted giggles as the wolf wriggled under her, however he couldn't get his broad chest away from her dripping hot, melted wax on it. Her hip lifted and sunk faster, her pace quickening. Despite the pain of melted wax on his skin the pleasure outshines it and he soon was panting more then he was whimpering. Even the slight bulb of his knot slowly inflated but then she pulled off from him.

"No, not like that, Mr. Garcia... you're not allowed to cum like that..." she said happily, blowing out the candle. She climbed back down from him, her hand grabbed his cock and she roughly jerked him off. She was fast and she clearly wasn't gentle with him, yet he was so pent-up and aroused from the sex just before, he whimpered more and more, his knot growing. Her other paw clamped behind it and pumped, but as soon as he let out a pleased bark and the first splash of hot white cum splattered his naked and wax covered chest, she let go of him, making him whine out in displeasure, awkwardly humping the air as his climax died of prematurely, the creamy cum only a little dribble on his crotch.

"There you go... now that this is over, it's time to clean you up, you filthy cur." she said, fastening some leather covered cuffs around his wrists before unfastening him from the table. She grabbed him at the link of the cuffs.

"Up on your feet!" she ordered, dragging him around. Leaving him standing for a while, she fastened more and more things on his body and then with a soft laugh, the mechanical lifting system raised him from the ground and the mysterious female strapped him to the mesh. For now, that was the last time he felt her paws on him. Without a word from her, he heard a muffled hissing off a water hose and gasped out, his lungs pressing out the air as he was hit with a hard spray of ice-cold water! It wasn't really icy, but his sensitive, burned skin made it feel that way, the wax of course not really leaving burn wounds on him, but his nerves really were overstimulated from the candle play. Creamy cum and wax was brushed away alike by the harsh spray of the hose as she went from chest to belly, only softening the setting a bit before making quick word of his remaining member by hosing it down with cold water too.

Turning it off, she let the hose fall to the floor, getting him down from the mesh and he was slowly set back on his feet by the lifting system. He felt her hands roaming about, stripping the bondage gear from him, still leaving the blindfold on. Then he felt the naked body of a female press against him in a big, loving hug, a hand unzipping the blindfold, earmuff combo and slid it from his head. His eyes were met by the sight of a smallish mouse lady, smiling up at him and he quickly knew who had been torturing him the last half hour. His secretary quickly stood up on her tippytoes and planted a soft, short smooch on his lips.

"There... that was for the big pile of paperwork I had to work through overtime... and for not taking me on a date after our wonderful night. You know, the one after the thanksgiving company picnic..." she smiled up at him even more.

"Now... you still have your own session left... I guess I'll see you tomorrow." she poked his naked chest and giggled a bit, turning and leaving the dumbstruck wolf standing as the mouse girl picked up her clothes, flashing her naked and aroused sex at him before walking to the elevator. The quick show of female genitalia awoke him from his stupor, seeing the shy little mouse girl being his dominatrix.

With a little growl he quickly stepped over, his hand grabbing a ballgag from the equipment and with his other hand, he roughly grabbed at the mousetail, making her eep up, looking back over her shoulder at him.

"Well, I guess I can already use that room, show you it's not the best idea to shave your boss' chest..." he said, lifting the ballgag to her mouth. A soft smile was brushed away from the red ball of the gag he fastened to her and she willingly let herself be dragged roughly by her tail, her heart pumping fast as he grabbed the cat o' nine tails from the equipment.

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With a big smirk, the husky changed the booking of 'Mr. Smith' over to the dungeon floor, after a quick glance at the monitor. The cameras only switch on after someone pressed the elevator button to leave some privacy for their clients. Then he turned his attention to the next client

"You're in luck, Mr. Johnson. Your accommodation just got free... the usual booking?" he asked with the gentle, friendly company smile. Another normal day at the club.