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Chapter 2

Two days had passed since Anji tied Smitty's arms, and the slave could scarcely think of anything else. Over his shoulder, Anji noticed Smitty duplicating the knots he had used with a shoelace behind the store counter, and he had taken to clasping his paws behind his back. Anji had not spoken to his slave regarding the experience, and Smitty was left confused. He had expected to be taught new things daily, but instead, he was tasked with minor maintenance and cleaning work around the store and apartment. Anji had not spoken of it at all, and had not brought him to the dungeon at all.

Finally though, as the wolf was wrapping up the business night, the fox spoke up as the wolf escorted the last of the customers out of the door. "Mister Serras, do you have a minute?" The wolf had asked him to refrain from addressing him as 'Master' in front of the other customers.

"Sure, just a moment." He bid the customers goodbye, locked the door, and flicked the switch controlling the neon signs in the window off. "What's up, Jon?"

"Well, sir... It's about the other night." Anji nodded. "I thought that you would be...well, doing more with me."

Anji smiled, taking a pull of his half-smoked cigar. He walked back over to the counter and spoke. "I own your contract for a few years. No sense in rushing things." The wolf grinned.

Jonathan looked dubious for a moment, and his paw went to the collar. The reality was closing around him finally, and panic was settling in. The wolf touched the fox's paw. "Shhh. Easy, Jon. Tell you what, I need to finish my cigar, and I hate smoking alone. Grab one from the humidor and join me in the lounge. Let's talk." The wolf paused for a moment, then added, " One that you've never had before."

Jonathan's expression brightened at the invitation. "Is that an order, sir?"

The wolf smiled again. "I've always told you and your friends to try something new." He walked in to the lounge.

The fox entered the humidor and considered the multitude of options before him, before settling on a Maduro-wrapped Robusto cigar. The wolf was nearly done with his, and Jonathan thought it best to finish his around the same time. He stopped at the counter for the cutter to clip the cap off it, and proceeded to the lounge.

Anji was already comfortably seated on one of the leather couches that lined the walls of the lounge. No matter where one sat, there was always an ashtray in arm's reach on either end tables or coffee tables. Each lamp on the tables had dimmer knobs for the patrons' comfort. All of them were out, save for the one next to the wolf. The only other light in the room was the red-orange cone of burning tobacco on the wolf's cigar.

The wolf gently tapped the seat next to him, which Jon gratefully accepted. Anji provided a butane torch for the fox, and while he lit his cigar, Anji spoke. "I might have been a little rude in answering your question, but it still remains: we have plenty of time for you to explore this aspect of yourself, and I want you to take every step of your own volition. "

Jon finished lighting the cigar and looked to the wolf over the freshly lit cherry. "I understand."

Anji reached over to the ashtray and gently nudged the ashen end of his cigar against the rim, knocking loose a clump of burned tobacco. "So, have you given thought to some of the things I talked about? Your hard limits and all?"

The fox thought for a moment. "It seems like there's so much to this kink stuff. I can't even begin to think about where to start."

The wolf nodded and slipped a paw in to his jacket pocket and pulled out a smartphone. After tapping it for a few moments, the wolf held it so the fox could see.

"Handkerchief code?"

The wolf nodded. "Yeah. It's not an exhaustive list, but it should give you some ideas." He handed it to the fox. Basically, if you're interested in something, you wear an article of clothing indicating such. You wear it on your left if you like to do it, and on your right if you like to have it done to you."

The fox scrolled down the page slowly with his thumb pad, reading each entry on the list, a color, followed by a particular kink. The wolf chimed again. "Colors can be different from place to place, so it's important to do your homework."

The fox nodded and took a slow pull of the cigar, then down to it. "You know, I didn't think that I would get free cigars out of this arrangement."

The wolf chuckled. "How can I expect you to sell something you know nothing about? Your assignment at work is to try one new cigar every week. Write up some notes if the mood strikes you. That way you can pitch the cigar to the customer, and make recommendations."

The fox nodded and looked at the cigar he was smoking, and began to speak. "Well, it's fairly strong. I picked it because you were almost done with yours. It's a very spicy taste, and the draw is very smooth."

The wolf smiled, taking a draw of his own cigar. "Very good." He rumbled and went back to the previous topic. "I showed you that handkerchief code list just to give you some ideas of what kinks are out there. You can do some research on the net to find out what they mean, or even better, you can ask me. I'm not the be-all, end-all expert, but I can point you in the right direction."

The wolf continued after taking another pull of the cigar. "Don't feel compelled to tell me right away. Take your time and search yourself. Sort these in to things you'd definitely want to try, things you aren't sure about, and things that aren't appealing at all. Especially that last one."

The fox nodded, and the two stayed on the couch for the next hour, going down the list, one item at a time, and discussing them. The wolf told a few stories of his own experience in some of the fetishes.

After the cigars had gone out, the two sat together in silence. Anji was watching the last of the smoke being piled up through the vent ion the ceiling that kept the room comfortably breathable. The fox's paws rested in his lap, his tail flicking slightly. The wolf smiled slightly as he regarded his charge. "It's getting late, Smitty. We should hit the hay."

The fox nodded as he reluctantly got up, heading upstairs with Anji close behind as he shut off the ventilation and lighting. As he walked upstairs, Jonathan reflected on the moment he just had. He had never felt so comfortable in his life, sitting next to the man he had so admired. He had no doubt that tomorrow would be interesting. And it was.