Petshop
I'm not really into feet, but it's non-threatening enough to write about and still feel comfortable :3 Enjoy~
My days usually begin with shitty diners. Of course, I don't wake up at shitty diners, that's just the first situation I'm forced to socialize with other people. It's kept to a minimum though, and I like that. Savannah cats like me are usually very sociable, but I remained an introvert for the greater part of my life.
This particular day was my day off. I worked as a telecommunications rep. It's a dead-end job, but it's a good dead-end job. The end of the line includes benefits and two weeks paid vacation so I won't complain too much. Taking that job was probably the best decision I had made in the short span of becoming an adult. Other decisions apart from that were usually bad. For instance I married a woman that I wasn't attracted to and had a kid. I got it in my head that I could just pretend I'm something I'm not. Although I think it's a common mistake, it does seem to be one that a lot of people make.
Old is a three letter word that looms around the corner. I personally don't think I'm old, but some twenty-something wouldn't hesitate to call me out. I had gathered enough years to give up on finding a relationship or come out to my family. The optimal window of opportunity had passed me and I had no regrets. Still, age doesn't pacify my needs as a male so from time to time I like to seek a briefly intimate companionship with whoever.
Ensuing the acquisition of my freedom from the mother of my child, I set out to focus on what made me happy which at the time seemed to be meaningless sex. I tried going to places that were known as good "hook up" spots, but my social awkwardness cock blocked me. I could have tried meeting people online, but that would have meant getting to know someone and I just wasn't up for a full blooded relationship so soon. Those nights sitting alone in bed with my thoughts were very disparaging. I suppose I can pay for it. I suggested to myself. There was plenty of disposable income collecting in my savings since I didn't have child support to pay.
Not wanting to pick up some floozy off the street, I searched for establishments to cater to my desires. They're hard to find since they don't operate in the open for fear of legal punishment. As a feline who appreciates his comfort zone, once I found one that I really liked I stuck with it. I don't normally go for the whole club thing, but nowadays if you want quality you have to get into business with the people you trust. I liked the cloak and dagger feel of it all. Like go to some hole-in-the-wall bar, tap on the table, and nod the right way type stuff.
This particular place was referred to by the patrons as "The Petshop." For those of us who weren't really into BDSM it was a nice place to exhibit some control in an authoritative way. You could go in for an hour or two and have a pet all to yourself to play with. It was nice to have a small bit of power over someone. You always walk out satisfied. In the VIP section there's a trick wall that only opens from the outside. Underneath the thin plastic coating that resembled the rest of the wall was a heavy metal door.
A barkeep dressed in a black button-up shirt with a purple bow tie led me back and exchanged nods with me as I passed him through the secret entrance. Down a set of concrete steps where the air got thicker and cooler I came upon a set of double doors. It was eerie, like some kind of underground mental asylum. Through these doors the atmosphere immediately changes. I stepped into the warm lobby that smelled of lemon scented wood polish. The obvious source was the sleek and modern-esque mahogany desk directly before me. To each side of me couches lined the walls with coffee tables in front of them. Magazines were scattered across them. Most of them suitable for work, but there were a few yiffy rags in the bunch to hold you over until you got your fix. I approached the young hare at the desk and showed her the card they issued me when I joined. It was a very classy place.
"What can I get for you, Travis?" She said sweetly, sliding my card across the shined surface of the desk.
"Is Robby in tonight?" I asked.
"Mmhmm, should be." She glanced at her clipboard, running her finger down the list. "Room thirteen is vacant. It'll be on the right. He will be with you in a moment."
"Thank you." I muttered then advanced through the door to her right. The hall was lit with bright florescent lights that only exaggerated the asylum feel. A chuckle escaped me as I passed the muffled moans of other participants.
Once inside the 9x9 sanctuary I made myself comfortable. The small set up was almost like the room at the clinic you wait half an hour in to see the doctor, except homier. Instead of a paper covered bed there was a plush leather recliner. In the cabinets you wouldn't find tongue depressors or cotton balls, but various lubricants, toys, and accessories. The lighting was also different. It was more amber colored and easier on the eyes than the harsher ones outside.
Robby was a real piece of work. He took whatever I dished out with a smile on his face. The arctic wolf was very affectionate. As I took off my jacket and laid it across the back of the recliner I noticed I was already somewhat hard from reminiscing. I placed my belt and shoes in one of the cabinets and sat in my temporary throne. Soon the wolf entered and I stood to greet him.
"Oh master! It's so good to see you again!" He exclaimed as he hugged me. The wolf was much shorter than me and had to stand on his toes to kiss me on the cheek.
"It's nice to see you too, dear." I said with a slight smile. I was sure that the whole "master" thing was an act; surely I'm not the only one who enjoys his company. I appreciated it nonetheless.
"What do you want to do today?" The wolf giggled.
"I need to use that pretty mouth of yours." I said, touching a finger to his lips. He blushed and replied "I'd be happy to let you use it sir."
"That's what I like to hear." I chuckled. "Lets hop to it." I turned to the cabinets and opened them to examine their contents. "What collar did we use last time?" I looked back and he was already nude and folding his clothes neatly.
"The blue one." He smiled.
"You're getting better at that." I smirked.
"What? Getting undressed? It's all for you sweetie." He said then began to rub my shoulders. Had it been possible for me to get any more hard, I would have been pushed away from the counter. I plucked the blue collar with the black edges and a leash from their respective hooks and closed the cabinet. It fit snugly around his neck. The wolf was guided via leash to the chair where he knelt and undid my pants, dropping them to the floor. I freed my footpaws and kicked them aside. I sat my bare furred bum in the seat and let Robby do what he did best: please.
It must have been really cold, because my balls had retreated to where it was warmer up above. The wolf warmed me up nicely as pre bubbled at the top of my cock. His muzzle glided seamlessly from sucking on my balls to licking my shaft all the way to the tip and all in one motion he sank down on my member until the wolf kissed the base. He did this repeatedly, almost gagging as he consumed every inch. The leash was utilized to keep him in step. Light indentations from whatever chastity device they used to keep him from getting off outside of work disappeared as Robbie grew harder. He removed me from his maw to catch his breath.
"You like that?" He giggled and stroked.
"Yes, of course," I murred. "but please don't play with your food."
"I wouldn't dream of it hun." The wolf smiled and resumed deep throating me.
As I adjusted myself to the sensations his beautiful lips brought to me my outstretched toes nudged his testes. You could tell these boys felt deprived sexually in the way that they tried so hard. Any one of them would gladly take my foot for stimulation, Robbie included. I touched my toe along his shaft and the wolf ran his paws along my leg until they reached his cock. He took it and pressed the exposed paw pads against him almost in a rubbing fashion. Meanwhile I'm almost sopping wet from his sucking. I loved how he drooled over me. My toes gripped the head of his cock and released as I stroked him.
I throbbed fiercely and pulled at the leash as I came into Robbie's wide open mouth. He closed his lips around me one last time and sucked me dry. In the same instant he gushed his wolfy seed into the crevices between my toes. Robbie pulled from me with a slurp and murred.
"Oh, you've made a mess." I said gesturing to my dripping footpaw. "You really need to be more careful."
"I'm sorry master." He smiled. "I'll clean it right away." He went to work leaving no arch unconquered. The wolf's tongue darted in every space cleaning my toes thoroughly. Robbie topped it off with kissing it softly, which tickled a bit. I petted his head and said he'd done enough. An arctic wolf like that is worth holding onto. I planned to pay him a visit again real soon.