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"I don't suppose you have a lot of clients that take this sort of liberty with your business, do they?"

Nestled comfortably against the cushions of a massage table, Thomas had all the time in the world to contemplate how he'd gotten himself in such a predicament in the first place...but as a physical therapist, he knew all about the importance of taking one's time.

You couldn't rush recovery, and there was no use letting your mind race to the end of an unknown path.

"I can honestly say that you're the first person to ever use the straps on the table like this...or to bring in their own straps to supplement."

"That's good, Thomas. If I haven't made it clear by now that you're not to be so generous with any of your other customers, perhaps I'm not doing enough to get my message across."

Shannon didn't have to repeat herself very often, and in those rare instances that the same words left her muzzle twice, a firmer hand and stronger actions were sure to follow, but there was never malice behind that extra force.

Hers was too caring a soul, too kindly a nature to let anger taint her motives...but thatdidn't mean that she was above being stern with her objects of affection, when the situation called for it.

"You...y-you don't have to do anything-"

"And I don't need you to tell me that."

The Doberman wasn't upset, as much as her short and sharp words might have implied. She was actually grinning at the tiny, timid mouse, giving him the sort of look that he would have expected right before his head was placed on the chopping block.

He wouldn't be beheaded anytime soon, but if he was a morsel to be consumed, Shannon didn't think there was enough of him to go around: she'd savor his body with every ounce she possessed.

"What I do need you to do is to lean back and relax; you've been putting way too much pressure on yourself lately," Shannon instructed. Locks of a softer, yellowed blonde fell gracefully behind her skull, but that beauty was lost on Thomas, in the moment: he couldn't see anything, save for the tiniest stripes of light on either side of his tightly wound blindfold. "You should take it from me that too much stress is bad for your heart...and at your age, the last thing you need is to be taking years off of your life."

She sounded more like a doctor than a dominant girlfriend, but as the latter, she was quick to learn what was best for Thomas, and further still, to ensure that he would actually take care of himself in her stead.

When she wasn't around, she could only hope that he was listening to her advice, but when she was there, as soon as she saw a moment of weakness or inward frustration, she was on the mouse in a flash...and just like that, he found himself squirming against the cuffs at his wrists and ankles, with the very least effort he could muster.

Only a fool would want to escape from heaven, after all.

"And you don't think it's stressful to be tied up like this?" Thomas asked, taking his one and only trip over the line toward a bratty nature. "I can't speak for everyone, but-"

"Keep up that line of talk and you won't be speaking at all," Shannon warned, the sharpness in her grin taking a concerning edge. "Not that I mind a little defiance from you every now and again, but the more you resist, the longer it's going to take for me to work that dastardly stress out of your bones."

There was only one bone- or rather, a stiffness- that Shannon was truly concerned with. Standing up from the freshly stripped hips of the mouse, his cock was already throbbing in anticipation of what the Doberman would do with him when she had the chance, but already, he was her oyster.

It wasn't a matter of if, but a matter of when, and keeping Thomas on such teasing eggshells was a sure way to guarantee his obedience, without putting him under too much duress.

"Y-you're right...sorry," Thomas was quick to backpedal, and quicker to thin his lips to keep from speaking out of line again.

The end of his muzzle couldn't remain so thin when he felt the warmth of descending lips; Shannon's kiss was all it ever took to put a smile back on his face.

"Mmm...mmhm...I'm always right, aren't I?" she asked, keeping her maw so close to the end of his smaller, narrower snout that her every word came with another heated breath, rolling along his cheeks and down the sides of his face. "My daughter rarely listens to this advice, either, but Mommy knows best, Thomas...and if you know what's good for you, you'll embrace that message before this night is over."

Trying his best to embrace it before Shannon had a chance to impart the rest of his so-called punishment, Thomas never once believed that the Doberman, for all the thick, feminine strength running through her frame, would ever bring him to any sort of genuine harm.

A firm spank across the backside or a forceful press of her palms into his shoulders to keep him flat on his back, however, were never out of the question.

"And how might I...y-you know...embrace that?"

With his arms tied up, it was an entirely fair question, but the fact that he was questioning her logic at all was the issue.

Fortunately for him, he was dealing with one of the kinder, dominant spirits that he'd ever met, and the backbone of their relationship was her ability to take guide him in a sweet, motherly sense...

...even if there was little motherly about the way that her palm fell into his lap and wrapped around the shaft of his pulsing flesh.

"What was the first thing I told you to do?"

"Not to be too generous with my other customers?"

"That's right...good boy," she praised him, offering a first stroke toward the tip of his exposed length.

Once there, she paused for what Thomas thought would only be a moment, but a tighter grip and a milking gesture worked the head of his cock, as though testing how easily she'd be able to bring a stream of precum out of his body.

"And it looks to me like you've been saving the best of yourself for me after all...perhaps you're already getting the gist of what I'm after," Shannon theorized. "But if I wasn't clear enough, I want you to know that I'm proud of the effort that you've put into your business, genuinely..."

Thomas could already sense the 'but' coming, but he wasn't foolish enough to try and cut in during that brief pause. His own wisdom was the first weight on his tongue, but the building pressure of a groan kept it from moving, as Shannon stroked his mess back down his shaft, toward his sack.

"But if you give 110% at your job, that means you'll be too tuckered out to give me everything I need," Shannon finished her explanation as her palm cupped his sack, holding those full, heavy orbs with a tender grasp. "Of course, knowing that you can't fight back...that you can't do anything but lie there and let me finish you off, over and over again...I can't begin to tell you how much of a turn on that is, darling."

The straps were perhaps the greater reason that Thomas was so helpless, but when Shannon arrived with them in tow, he could see such burning intensity in her gaze that he wouldn't have bothered fighting back in the first place.

Even if there was some foolish part of him that wanted to try, she towered over him in an upright stance, and her thick, full figure was such a bastion of feminine strength that he couldn't imagine trying to properly overpower her.

When the time came- if she ever asked him to try struggling- he'd give it a genuine effort, but he couldn't imagine escaping her clutches...and in the very same way that his helpless and desperate nature was a power trip for Shannon, it was an aphrodisiac for Thomas, as well.

"Or rather...should I say that it'll take me a while to explain just how much it turns me on," Shannon was carrying the conversation, holding Thomas' breath by virtue of the slow, pleasant strokes of his shaft. "You're not going anywhere for a while, are you? This could take a minute..."

The table was set at just such a height that it was easy for Shannon to lean over and reach any part of the rodent's body without any strain, but the adjustable pedals on the side would make another task that much easier: climbing up and into his lap would be a breeze, when the time was right.

To simply jump his bones and take him would have been the direct route, but for someone like Shannon, that would be skipping the appetizer in favor of the main course; a woman of her taste wouldn't ruin the pace of her meal, that way.

"Pretty sure I can clear my...c-calendar for you..."

"So very generous with me, Thomas. I really must be your favorite client."

He was smiling, just below the blindfold. He didn't have to maintain any sort of roleplay, and in turn, Shannon didn't have to grant him the same, but that little bit of playfulness that remained helped to ease his adjustment.

Taking a relationship from a professional nature to an interpersonal affair wasn't as easy so many people fathomed it would be, and Thomas, for his part, didn't want to take for granted what a wonderful customer Shannon was...but overlooking the lover she could be would have been a far more egregious offense.

"It feels like I might take a misstep if I overstate the obvious."

Shannon giggled. "Not everything is a test, Thomas. If there really was another client you preferred to work on, that's not going to change how much trouble you're already in."

Her casual reaction was offset by the startled drop of his jaw. "T-trouble?!"

"I did tell you that you needed to relax, and, well...does this seem relaxed to you?"

Playful and circular in her approach, Shannon refused to dip into the well of a stern and cruel dominatrix, finding it more fun to confound the rodent's mind while she chipped away at the resistance of his body.

That stiffness in her grasp could hardly be called a relaxed state, and as she worked her palm toward the tip once more, she noticed a fresh tremble in Thomas: she'd actually convinced him that a greater punishment was on the horizon.

"Well, it...n-no...it's not..."

"Precisely, and that's why your punishment..."

She didn't want to stress him out any further, of course, but she just couldn't help stringing him along one more moment, teasing the possibility of a different touch with the aided company of the blindfold.

When they finally made contact again, her canine muzzle was opening around the tip of his cock, that warm, soft tongue rolling and draping around the smooth head with silently offered affection.

"...Will be to clear your mind...relax your body...and take tomorrow off from work."

The lashing of her tongue was enough of a red herring to put Thomas off the scent, but when she reached that final condition, she felt the first genuine attempt by the mouse to writhe against his bondage.

"But what if I ha-

"I'm going to take your phone, your keys, and your planner...but since I'm not sure that'll be enough, I'll be taking your stamina, as well," Shannon warned him. "Bit by bit, climax by climax, I will sap the very will to work right out of you...until you're nothing more than a puddle in my comforting lap. Is that understood?"

What little fight Thomas would have brought to the table was done away by the sound of an offer that was more an order than a gift, but the lines between those two were so blurred that he didn't bother trying to discern Shannon's sense of direction.

He was perfectly fine enjoying the unexpected fruits of his labor, even if that meant having them dangled over his lips by Shannon's discerning fingertips.

"Y...yes..."

"Yes, what?"

"Yes, Ma'am..."

They still weren't quite in the full swing of their relationship: there were some early bumps in the road to be expected, and as far as honorific titles were concerned, that discussion was yet to come up.

Shannon was expecting mistress to be the preferred title, but she wasn't there to punish Thomas for a misstep. Instead, she treated it as a teachable moment.

"Try again. Ma'am is what you call a customer, Thomas..."

Hesitating at the end of his cock and letting a warm breath drift over his shaft, Shannon gave a hint of the pleasure that she could offer him, if he figured out the proper title.

"Now, what do you call your favorite customer?"

It should have been an obvious answer, but Thomas didn't think he was that far off the mark with his original guess.

Instead of overthinking the idea, he realized what a dominant flair the Doberman wore about herself...and the right answer became as clear as it was to begin with.

"Mistress..."

"I would have taken 'whatever she wants me to,' but...you came up with something even better, didn't you?"

That comforted smile was back on his lips, but it rounded into a widened, gasping 'O' as Shannon gave the immediate reward, sealing her maw just beyond the tip of the rodent's impressive cock.

Moving her way past the head and easily taking the next few inches, Shannon focused less on the ease that her mature level of skill granted her, and the smooth, almost buttery texture of Thomas' flesh, as she worked it toward the opening of her throat.

"Feels to me like y-you...came up with the better thing, Mistress."

Thomas didn't want to put his foot in his mouth, even if the strap around his ankle should have made that an impossible task.

He didn't know by then that any sort of praise of Shannon would be accepted, but he was learning, little by little.

"Mmhm...mlm...but you were the inspiration, Thomas," she turned around and gave the praise right back to her young, virile plaything, wanting to keep his spirits lifted. "So while I'm pampering you into a puddle...I have only one request."

"Anything for you," Thomas jumped at the chance, chuckling at his own enthusiasm. "I...I mean..."

"Relax," Shannon reiterated, a hint of force creeping into her voice for the very first time. "And when you feel like moaning, don't hold out on me; I want to know exactly how you feel."

She was keeping a closer eye on his orgasm than he realized, but then, Thomas was still thinking about how a relationship with a dominant woman should have played out.

He still hadn't considered that Shannon wasn't like other women- less still like other dominant women- but as much as he had to learn, the Doberman was happy to teach him...in her own pleasurable way.

"Whatever you...y-you say, Mistress," Thomas reaffirmed his obedience, trying his best not to trip over his own words, but that was easier said than done when rolling, canine warmth blew over the taut flesh of his sack.

It was just the latest in a long, playful series of method to work the stress out of Thomas without taking the direct and obvious approach, but Shannon was a woman who understood the importance of taking her time with a project; Thomas would have no choice but to relax when things finally reached their blissful climax.

"Whatever I say? You really are a brave young man, giving me that sort of license...you still have no idea what I'm capable of doing," Shannon hesitated, a final tease with the lingering essence of her voice. "Doing for you...and doing to you."

She moved quickly then, coming in close enough to press an affectionate kiss to the tender flesh of his sack, but that spot was firm to the touch, courtesy of a continued tease.

To feel that tension against the end of her muzzle was a sure sign that she was on track to accomplish her end goal, but before she allowed Thomas that level of bliss, she needed to feel some of her own.

There was enjoyment, no doubt, in pressing the flat of her tongue between those swollen orbs, working her way around the bottom of one and coming over the top before moving to the other side in a slow and lazy figure-eight, but that only satisfied the mental high that she was chasing down.

After only one visit with the good therapist, she was reminded of just how important it was to set some time aside for the pleasures of the flesh, as well: that pure, physical rush of muscles operating beyond her control and thighs quivering no matter how she tried to contain them.

And I have you to thank for that, she thought. I have you to keep for that, Thomas.

"I'll be paying plenty more attention to these tomorrow- don't forget that you have the day off- but I want you to know the pleasure they can feel when they're properly drained, first," Shannon explained. "When was the last time you finished without my assistance, Thomas?"

Busy as he'd been, crumbling under the pressure of satisfying his other clients, Thomas rarely left time for personal dalliance.

As he mulled over the thought and tried to focus, he found both a lack of recollection and a welling of bliss kept him from knowing the answer.

"It's, ahn...nnfuck...it's been a while, Mistress," he confessed that much, but another, firmer suckle against one orb forced him to suck in a sharp gasp, ending his speculation. "Feels like it's b-been a lifetime..."

"And if I keep going like this, it'll be another lifetime before you actually get there, won't it?" Shannon asked. "It's wonderful, I know...but very few men can achieve climax just from this sort of stimulation. You can't just sit there and tease the balls...you have to go for the shaft, work the head, squeeeeze it all inside...it's the complete package that gets the job done, just like it is in your line of work."

Shannon understood Thomas better than he realized, and those extra years of experinece were paying dividends with every casual, delicate curl of her tongue around one of his testes.

"Does my Mistress r-really think I deserve that?"

"All that and more, which is precisely why you're taking the day off tomorrow," she pulled away with a final slurp, wanting his warm, unique bouquet to linger on her tongue a moment longer. "But your Mistress will be working overtime..."

It didn't seem right that he lie back and let Shannon do all the work, but the physical effort involved wasn't the greater point, right then.

It was that Shannon's word was law, no matter how gently she spoke it into existence; Thomas being subject to that wasn't up for negotiation.

"You r-really don't have to-"

"But I want to, and I'm going to, and that's final," she said, using the same train of motherly authority that Thomas was starting to grow gleefully accustomed to. "Are you comfortable, darling?"

Thomas nodded, but thinking that might not be enough, a meager "Yes, Mistress," just escaped his lips.

"Good boy...you have one final assignment: to stop holding back the moment that you feel you might be getting close," Shannon instructed. "Don't worry about lasting for your Mistress...she's going to get everything she wants, no matter how the rest of this evening goes."

The lights out in front of the shop were off, the doors were locked, the phones would be left to ring; Thomas, and everything he brought to the proverbial table, was Shannon's to claim.

Knowing the capacity of the massage table, the buxom Doberman felt entirely comfortable climbing up over the edge, adding her weight to the burden and letting her full, comforting thighs drape around either side of Thomas' hips.

That was just the first step.

"Now...do I just get to work and leave you as you are?" she asked, revealing the secret of her nudity by virtue of a soaking kiss- her petals happily draped against the tip of his twitching member to spill the beans- but she went no further. "Or do I pull that blindfold so you can watch my tits bounce while I turn your pelvis to dust?"

Thomas could have mumbled his pleasure-drunk preference, if he was able to find his voice.

Before he could fathom the words, Shannon dropped her womanhood over the entire length of his cock, forcing that plentiful, throbbing warmth into her depths and trading that pressure for the soaking bliss of her arousal.

"No, no...we can save that for tomorrow. Right now, I bet you're wincing so hard that the blindfold is just for show," she theorized. "But there's no reason you can't still feel them, is there?"

Leaning herself over, she rolled up at the hip, pulling her heated depths toward the very tip of his cock, but that flesh never left her body: she moved with such precision that his length remained trapped within her womanly grip, even as she shifted her weight forth and pressed her bosom around either side of his muzzle.

Deep in that cleavage, surrounded by soothing heat and the deeper essence of sweet perfume and natural aroma, Thomas succumbed to the wealth of earlthy delights that Shannon presented to him...

...and only when that first gush of his seed poured into her passage did she finally start moving on his manhood with any sense of authority.

"You really think I didn't feel that, Thomas? Think I didn't feel that w-wonderful cock of yours, jumping around and filling me up?"

If there was such a thing as interrupting an orgasm in the very middle of it, right at the peak, Thomas was experiencing that unusual sensation: as though he was one step through the pearly gates and the other foot in the burning depths, he tried to decide which world would yet take his soul, but as always, Shannon was the one in control of his destiny.

"Tells me that you're f-finally learning to relax...to let loose and enjoy yourself, just like a good boy should...just like a good boy deserves to."

The splashing warmth of his own juices coursed back down around his shaft and dripped out of her canine womanhood as she crashed down into his lap again, offering Thomas that first, glorious sample of her genuine speed.

Middle age hadn't slowed her in the least.

"And that means you actually were listening to me after all, weren't you?I'm sorry I ever doubted you for a moment, Thomas..."

Keeping her breasts around the end of his narrow snout and bathing his senses in the natural treasures of her body, Shannon marked the mouse in every way that such a simple act would allow.

In that moment, she recognized that starting out simple and working the boy into her charge slowly and easily was just what he needed. She didn't have to do anything too fancy to his cock just yet, but letting Thomas feel the internal clutch- even the simplest of grips- enhanced his climax and sent a fresh, stronger burst of cum into her deepest reaches.

Feeling that liquid pressure against the edge of her womb, she smiled a softer, inward smile, putting that motherly affection on display for the tiny, timid mouse.

"Just so you know, I'm not done rewarding you for being on your best behavior."

Those words carried a different gravity, now that Thomas knew the sincerity of the Doberman.

"You're...you're not?"

"Momma Shannon's got one hell of a weekend planned for you, baby...one day would never be enough to show you how much you mean to me."