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Alek took one long whiff from the twin coffees in his carrier tray. Nothing bested a fresh brew. He smiled and tried not to skip with the pep in his step as he headed down to Mistress Hazel's dungeon. She said he could come early, and after leaving his shop in the hands of a coworker, he decided to utilize that welcome with a gift. After all, his mother raised him right. Even if it was a simple business transaction.

Though after several he certainly enjoyed it a whole lot more than actual business. Alek loved running his own coffee shop, even outside of it being a personal middle finger to coffee chains that either burn their drinks, or serve cold eggs in their sandwiches. This one place that used coffee cups as glasses lenses in their sign earned his ire the most, leading the wolf to issue a personal middle finger whenever he passed by it. But his sessions with the hyena? Those were pleasurable.

He snickered and shook his head. Of course they were pleasurable. The very nature of her job was providing special kinds of pleasure. Enough that she skirted the line of being an actual prostitute by government standards. Not that Alek cared. Work was work. Sex work was work. Hazel put in the work, and it brightened the wolf's mood that he swore the world was brighter even on cloudy days, of which there were many.

He'd even started having less nightmares after repeat sessions. Alek wouldn't have thought being someone's punching bag was therapeutic, but he never expected to be delivering coffee to a dominatrix either. Life filled him with surprises that way.

Hazel's dungeon was located in the basement of a nondescript building wedged between two others. He hadn't been on the top floors, taking the outside cement staircase down before pulling out his phone to text her. They could have been anything from apartments, offices, or just a refurbished townhouse for all he knew. The wolf wasn't sure if Hazel lived there, or somewhere else. He didn't ask either, not wanting to seem rude by asking personal details like that. With her line of work, being private was priceless.

She answered the door five minutes after he sent the message, dressed in sweatpants and a loose shirt. "You brought me coffee?" She noted with an infectious smile, eyeing the drinks in his hand. Alek nodded, raising the carrier for her to take one. "Ah, good boy." The hyena pinched his cheek as she took the cup. "Session's not for another hour. Fine with chatting?"

"Delighted, in fact." Alek followed her close down the hall of the basement, passing several doors of what must have been tenants. Maybe it was an apartment building? The wolf could be forgiven for not noticing since his focuses were skewed whenever he visited. Kissing boots and raising one's ass for a paddle tended to do that.

"So, where's this from?" Hazel asked, turning the coffee cup around. "Don't see any branding or anything."

"I'm still working on branding." Alek shrugged, "Never been a big marketing person. I have a friend who is but I don't want to ask them without hiring and they're busy."

Hazel stared back at him as if he were joking. "No fooling?" She asked, taking another sip from her cup. He nodded. "Fuck. Didn't know I was topping a business owner."

"Small-time business owner." The wolf laughed off the small bundle of pride swelling up inside him. "Aren't you one also? Given your whole brand?"

"I guess an entrepreneur is accurate but I never considered myself much of a business woman. More of a sexier therapist without the license." She grinned with a wink. "Though I could probably push myself in that direction. Schooling's not cheap, and half of this is because I find it fun. Can't do it forever though."

"None of us can."

She nodded in agreement. Their conversation continued in her waiting area, which looked like one half of an apartment. "Say, how can you afford this place anyway?" The wolf asked. "I-If that's not too personal I mean."

"It ain't." She looked around her abode for a moment, "Old client of mine passed it off in his will."

Alek stopped midship. "You're kidding?"

Hazel shook her head. "Nope. Was a classy gent. Came from old money and didn't have much family. Didn't even realize I was in his will until his heart gave out one night. His wife was surprised too."

"I can't imagine she was happy."

She shook her head with a soft smile. "Well, she liked to watch. We still meet for brunch once a month. Talk about work, about future goals, whatever really. But enough about that." The hyena sat her cup down and rested onto both palms as she leaned forward, "What's this new thing you wanted me to do to you that you couldn't talk about over email?"

Her sudden interest led to Alek blushing and looking away for a second. Then, remembering he was an adult and this woman had already done things to him he couldn't utter in polite conversation, the wolf swallowed another gulp of hot coffee and answered. "Breath play."

The hyena's smile faded. "Breath play?" She asked. He nodded. "As in, you want me to strangle you?"

"No." Alek shook his head, "Not like that."

"Good, cause I don't fucking strangle clients." Her face went sour at the prospect. "That shit's way too dangerous. Irks me that people are pushing that more and more. Just waiting to hear a news story about someone dying cause their partner choked them too hard." Lounging back into her chair, the hyena rolled her eyes. "Oh who am I kidding? There's probably three already."

"Thankfully, I don't want your hands around my neck." Alek said, immediately adding, "N-Not like that, I mean. I don't mind it when you're grabbing some of my skin or fur there roughly or anything. Just nothing in the sense of you actually strangling me."

Her smile was almost enough to fight his sudden nerves. She crossed her arms and legs. "But you wanna try breathplay. Mind if I ask why?"

"Not at all." He answered. After a pause he realized she expected his answer. "Oh, right. Well, I don't think there's a solid reason beyond, well, control?"

"You're going to need to be a bit more clear." Hazel said. "Something like breathplay needs some serious discussion to work out. Especially with friends."

Friends? Alek's throat tightened at the word. Sure, he considered Hazel a friend, hence why he brought her coffee when he arrived early. But hearing her say it rather than say something like 'client' or 'customer' was unexpected. "I, uh, well I'm not sure how to describe it." He scratched an itch at the back of his head, clawing at it intensely the more he spoke. The wolf's tail began to wag in spite of himself. "I guess it's just that I trust you a lot and I'm interested in seeing what you can do with that trust? Like, I've already let you use me as a living punching bag and you haven't bloodied my nose or anything."

The clock on the wall ticked into the void between. Hazel stared at Alek. The wolf's ears dropped. Had he said something wrong? Maybe that was asking too much of the hyena? Even if she was a professional, it was basically putting his life in her hands.

She let loose a heavy exhale, enough that Alek imagined her deflating. "Ok, sure."

His ears perked. "Really?"

She nodded. "Yeah, though we'll need a new set of safety measures for what I have planned."

"What's that?" He asked.

The hyena ignored him while taking several long gulps from her coffee. Wiping her lips with her arm, Hazel checked her nails briefly before speaking without facing him. "Strip down and face the corner."

Alek didn't blink, nor ask if their session had really started. The black wolf's body moved on reflex from the authoritative tone in her voice. He stood up, felt his erection tent into his pants and blushed for it. Hazel let out a smirk at his reaction, but paid him no other attention while the wolf stripped down, folded his clothes, and stepped to the nearest corner.

"Take this." A pillow slid over to his feet. "Kneel on it." The hyena commanded. Alek followed her instructions without worry. That was the kicker of his sessions, the absence of fear and overthinking that came knowing he could simply follow her commands and come out alright. A little battered, but much better off than any other time in his life he had to follow orders. Many he'd rather forget.

The ticking clock remained his only companion as Hazel left him be. The constant noise rattled his mind with questions of how long she would take. He tried to block out the thoughts with deep breaths, focusing on images to help clear his erection for the inevitable and welcomed chastity cage. Nothing stopped him from actually looking at the clock save for two things; respect and trust. If she could not trust him to follow commands, he could not earn her respect.

The wolf found that funny in a way. This same hyena had used his sack like a speedbag yet he knew she had some level of respect for him. He just couldn't explain what.

The heels of her boots echoed behind him as she waltzed in a steady tempo. Alek's tail couldn't stay still, especially when he felt the embrace of leather around his neck. The wolf had to stop himself from touching it. It felt right latched onto his neck. Tight enough to know it always, loose enough to not impede his breathing. A constant reminder that someone was watching him. Metaphorically anyway.

Hazel was also quite literal in her approach, having grabbed his headfur and yanked him up. "Get moving." She pushed the wolf forward like he'd just finished a cavity search. Down the hall to her dungeon playroom. What little glimpses of her outfit he noticed had him smile. Elbow-length latex gloves, high-heeled black boots, a shiny black corset, and a thong containing her pseudocock's bulge.

In the center of the dungeon was a leather sleeping bag. Alek took a moment to look at it, having never seen it before. It looked more akin to a tight coffin than an actual bag, covered in D-rings and leather straps. "I didn't say stop." The wolf nearly collapsed over the bag as Hazel pushed him forward. "Lay down in the sack. Now."

Not needing to be told twice, Alek laid himself flat against the open sleeping bag. She told him to cross his arms, then forced a button into one of his hands. "This is your safeword." The hyena whispered, "If you feel I'm going too far, press it hard. Is that clear?"

"Yes, Mistress."

She smiled. Not with cruelty, but affection. "Good boy." The hyena patted his cheek, then strapped him inside the sleeping sack. So tight was his prison that he felt every breath strain with the rise of his chest. The yelp that followed didn't help, but he wasn't sure how to react to the sudden firm grip around his sack and the pull that came from fishing out his cock and balls through a small hole near his crotch. Shame crept up his spine as his erection grew to her touch. This wasn't the first time she'd seen it, and she knew how these sessions made him feel, but he felt some level of guilt knowing a friend watched a boner pop in front of her. Even if her hand was on it.

Thankfully, or opposite for him, Mistress Hazel had a couple of ice cubes on hand to shrink him down and lock his dick up into the tight cage. "Now," She pulled a gasmask over to the sack, showing the wolf the lensed and canistered visage. Strangely enough, it had a tube at the end of the canister. "This is going to go over your face. See this tube here?" She tapped it until he nodded, "This tube is your lifeline. It's connected to an oxygen tank. But I can cut off the flow. I'll ask you one last time; do you want to do this?"

Alek nodded, more sure than ever now that his cage felt tight. Mistress Hazel affixed the mask with some rough handling. Her fingers slipped and jabbed into his head to make sure no fur or skin was pinched. The wolf was surprised to find a mousepiece in the gasmask. He reasoned it was to suck the air in, and acted as a gagging tool.

"Nod your head if you can hear me, yeah?" The hyena asked. Alek followed the instruction, earning a smile from the dominatrix. "Good. Now, I'm gonna close this valve here. You're not going to be able to breathe until I turn it back on. Understand?" He nodded again. The flow stopped from the tube. Alek hadn't expected the lack of air to compress around him so quickly. With the mask tight around his face, the wolf felt his lungs still themselves. Nothing to help them expand, just trapped in still torture where the rising burn brought panic.

Then the air returned. Alek's chest heaved with the fresh batch of it. Hazel leaned over, hand cupping his chin to make sure he looked directly at her. "You good, bitch?" He nodded. She smiled. "Good. We'll put you on the clock now."

Thanks to the mask, Alek could only watch as his mistress vanished from his peripheral gaze. He took deep breaths, ears perked to hone in on footsteps. His valve shut before he could pinpoint her, returning only for the brunt of a flogger to crack across his front.

The wolf threw his head back on the impact. Hazel waited for him to adjust, turning off his air as she did so. Whenever the air was back, she would bring down strike after strike across his bagged form, stopping only to rob him of breath. His lungs burned and his body struggled frantically, but the bindings remained strong.

"God, you're pathetic." The hyena dragged the leather tassels of the flogger over his body, taking care to be sure his balls felt its touch. "What kind of sick fuck are you to ask me to take your breath away? It's amazing how a fucking pervert like you can operate in society, let alone run a business."

The flogger cracked across his sack. Alek squirmed against his bindings and tried to scream, but the air had been plugged upon impact. With no breathing to push through the pain, the wolf could do nothing but feel the dull and numbing sensation emanated from his crotch. "Shh..." She rested her hand across his forehead, "Just take it in. Your only real use is being an entertaining punching bag. Give into it."

He nodded. No fear drove his actions. The pain, the threat of suffocation, he had never felt more alive at her mercy. She smiled, possibly noting the joy in what limited movements he made. Or just to keep up appearances. Either way, Mistress Hazel flogged his sack again and again, cracking down and hearing nothing in the breathless screams between strikes. She could have done this for the entire hour and he'd not complain. Being her punching bag, her stress doll, was euphoria to his cracked heart.

But she didn't use up the entire hour beating him like he deserved. The hyena eventually dropped her flogger aside and pulled out a tray of tools and toys, none of which he could see with a turn of his neck. Whenever he got close, she'd push him back down.

"Let's see." The hyena thumbed the head of his cage, facing it upwards. "Yes, that'll work. Glad I picked this cage for this." Alek's breath sped up at her comments. Again he tried to see what she had planned, only for the hyena to straddle her ass over him. Her words grew muffled, as did his breathing. All he could hear clearly was the sound of his heartbeat.

Something slipped into his cage. It was cold at first, like metal. It softly pressed against the tip of his cock and didn't stop, sinking into his urethra. Fear held him steady. As fruitless as his struggles were, any mistake could be painful.

Which the rod already was. Not in a sharp pain, but the unfamiliar sensation of being penetrated. Alek winced and cried, whimpering as it passed deeper into his forbidden hole. Until it finally stopped, and all he could do was breathe through it.

Then she cut the air off, forcing him to live with it. He couldn't explain the sensation, only the discomfort of how it lodged inside him. Like a stopper for his cock, unwanted and held by her hand. A twist came, sending airless grunts and whines from his masked form. She kept spinning it inside him, laughing as his inner walls rippled with pain and the discomforting pleasure that swelled from it.

The wolf heaved heavily with the return of the air. He blinked, feeling tears in his eyes as she searched through the tray of toys, one hand remaining to keep the rod in place. It was too much. He needed her to stop. Try as he might, Alek's thumb hovered over the emergency button. Some part of him craved it, either for twisted desire or because he deserved to be harmed. Another trusted her, knowing she'd not stoop to something dangerous. Both agreed to see it till the end.

Electricity shot down his dickhole. Alek spasmed forward and swore into his gag. His head flayed all over from the aftershock. "Aww, is the little bitch afraid of a little shock?" Hazel held his face tight to make him see her maddened smile. "Don't be. I know you'll love it." The sadism in her eyes strangled his heart.

Metal dragged across his sack carrying a charge that came with a crack in the air. Every muffled howl came with a sadistic laugh from his tormentor, sometimes filling the room when she cut off his air to silence him. A lingering sting pulsed from his crotch when she finally stopped, giving him a single moment to relax as she sorted through her toys once more. All Alek wanted as he waited was more. The pain, the enthusiasm, everything she inflicted on him gave him the urge to scream that his mask prevented. The wolf silently begged the manifestation of time to let this moment last forever.

"You've been such a good pain puppet today." Hazel's fingers dragged across the leather of the sleep sack, pushing against his chest with tiny circular motions. "That I think you deserve a reward. Better than you should get, since I shouldn't reward you for the bare basics, but perhaps I'm just generous like that?"

The breathing tube of his gasmask flopped with his nod. If anything, his mistress was too generous. She'd invited him early, they conversed like people, and still brought him to the sweet edges of pleasure and pain. Even without the pleasure, he'd be content just being the recipient of her blows.

Her beautiful smile had his heart leap. She fiddled outside his gaze. Alek felt something tap at the tip of his cage, then around the sounding rod to keep it steady. Deep breaths had his chest stretch against his bindings, anxious for what sort of pleasure she had in store for him.

The air stopped. Alek felt the vibration in his urethral before he heard it. Unable to scream, the bound wolf scrambled and clawed at his bindings, holding back the urge to press his escape button by the tightest of strings. So intense the pleasure that he silently begged her to stop, fearful it was too much.

The exact moment his air returned, her flogger snapped down against his chest. The sack absorbed the sting, but the dull thudded impact shook him. His body reeled on instinct, trying to run when no escape could be found. She cut the air off again, and the hellish vibration returned.

Hazel had him teeter at the edge. Air brought pain from the flogger. Suffocation brought pleasure from the vibe. Whatever movements he could make were failed attempts to thrust the vibe off. It drowned him in pleasure, threatening to explode his lungs with each switch of the valve.

The wolf's crotch surged. Alek's hips shot up once, twice, three times. The wave sent his lower body to spasm but nothing escaped. The pleasure just crashed against the sounding rod and sank back. While the euphoria of orgasm failed him, the hypersensitivity of the aftermath stayed. His pitch turned to a shriek at the constant vibration, head swaying back and both as if she could understand his signal for mercy. It wasn't the one they'd set up after all.

So lost in his torture that Alek hadn't noticed her hands over his cage. He winced when she pulled the rod out, slowly twisting it as she went. Its absence sat in his mind while she undid the straps. He even clenched his crotch to feel the lack of cold metal sticking where it didn't belong.

His mask came off last. Free from the tube, the black wolf stretched his jaw before looking up to the hyena dominatrix. She carried no smile looking back. "Get the fuck up." Hazel pulled him up by his collar's D-ring and shoved him to the floor. "Crawl. Now." A small part of him told Alek he should have been confused, but the wolf dutifully crawled toward her black throne, head down to avoid her displeasure. He stayed on his knees upon arriving, eyes following the hyena's heeled boots as she took her proper place before him. Crossing her legs, the hyena kicked one foot back and forth as she popped open a cigarette and lit it. The toe of her heel inched closer with each swing, until it jabbed lightly into his chest each time.

Alek heard her inhale the cigarette and hold her breath. He smelled the smoke above him with her exhale. "Did you enjoy my gift, mongrel?" Mistress Hazel asked, still prodding him with the tip of her shoe. He nodded, avoiding her gaze. Alek had not been told to look at her eyes, nor did he feel he deserved it. "Did you want to cum properly? Like a person and not some pain puppet?"

"N-No, Mistress." His hands balled at the revelation. "I...this mongrel is only fit to cum as you see fit." That he got an orgasm at all was a blessing.

"D'aww, the puppy knows his place." Her foot froze against his chest, "But he hasn't properly thanked me for it. I don't raise rude pets, do I?"

Panic washed over him at her question. He reached for her boot, only for her other shoe to hook him underneath his chin. "Ah, ah, ah. Ask me properly."

Of course. Shame pushed back his hubris. Lowering his head, the wolf took a deep breath before his request to his mistress. "May I please worship your shoes, Mistress? To show my appreciation."

"Only other reason would be if I wanted you to clean them." She snickered and sat back, holding her boot to his lips. "You may. No hands."

His tail thumbed against the floor at her permission. His lips braced the tip of her boot, followed by Alek's tongue over the sole. How fortunate was he to praise his mistress this way? He would be lucky to kiss the ground she walked on, and would do it upon command. Alek assured himself that the boots would shine when she asked him to stop, befitting her status as his mistress.

And she enjoyed it. The little glimpses of her face he caught were filled with soft and content smiles as she watched down on him. That urged him to please her more, kissing up her boots like his lips were climbing a ladder. She had given him so much, Alek had to return the favor. He must!

An alarm rang. His mistress pulled her boot away. Next he knew she had taken a knee before him and wrapped her arms around his head. "Take a deep breath, Alek." She whispered with care, brushing through his headfur. "Take a deep breath and come back to me."

Come back? He was there. So close in fact that he could smell her sweat from the leather over her. The wolf did as instructed though, holding each breath for a moment before his exhaling. "That's it." She continued to hold him, "Relax. It's ok." Was it not? He blinked at the question. To his surprise, there were tears in his eyes.

Whatever cruelty and dominance Hazel carried had vanished when she pulled away. "Are you good?" She asked. Alek stared back at her. No, he just stared off. She snapped her fingers. "Alek, are you good?"

"Y-Yeah." He muttered out. "Yes, I'm good." The wolf leaned backwards and continued to breathe deep. "I'm good, I'm good, I'm good."

"Subspace is a bitch." Hazel cracked a grin. She got up and passed him a water bottle from the fridge. "Haven't seen you that deep before."

"I've been in it before?" He twisted the bottle open immediately. The water was cold, perfect to be drained halfway before he had to stop.

She nodded, "Every time." The hyena crossed her arms, "The harder stuff we do, the more you fall into it. You're pretty much keeping my aftercare skills sharp alone."

Alek hung his head. "Sorry."

"That's not an insult." She scoffed. After a moment of silence she asked, "How was it? I didn't go too rough, did I?"

Alek held up the button in his hand, amazed for a second that he still had it. "I never pressed it, so there's that."

"I suppose that's true." Hazel said. "Still, gotta be careful. Breathplay is dangerous and I don't want to scare off my favorite client." His ears perked at that. He was her favorite? As if realizing what she'd just said, Hazel turned her face away and tossed a towel over his. "Anyway, help me clean up, will you? Then I'll take the cage off."

"Yes, mistress." He said, smiling with satisfaction as the two cleaned. Still naked, still caged, and yet feeling more content than he'd ever been before.