{"sf1_id":988960,"sf2_id":"XekAP3Wn","title":"What Masters are for","author":"dark end","words":2993,"posted_at":"2016-04-23T00:35:00.000Z","tags":["BDSM","Hypnosis","Master/Slave","Mind Control","Panther","Wolf","no sex"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/988960-what-masters-are-for","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/XekAP3Wn","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/85/4c/854ca83b-0637-4309-83d9-67f76ba2b686","description":"#4 of Hypnosis\n\nThe third and thus far final story between Salem and his Master.","content":"As the garage door began whirring itself shut and the last putters   \nof the engine died out, Salem drooped forward and let his forehead   \nrest against the top edge of the steering wheel.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;The black panther   \nwilled himself to take slow steady breaths.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;His every nerve felt   \nfrayed and frazzled, and he knew that if he was not careful, his   \nclaws, which refused to retract, would shred the upholstery.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;He   \ntried to take another steady breath and push himself into a   \nmeditative state, but, for all his experience with hypnosis, the   \nfoul stench of exhaust fumes kept interfering with his focus.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;He   \nsnarled, climbed out, slammed the car door shut, and stomped up the   \nshort stairway into the house's mudroom.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;  \n  \nThere, he tore off the under-sized and restricting sports coat,   \ntie, and dress-shirt, thankful that his claws avoided tearing any   \nholes in them.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;The shoes, just a little fancier but far less   \ncomfortable than what he would normally wear, proved more difficult  \nto get off, and after two tries to remove a stubborn knot, his   \nclaws finally slipped through the lace and shredded it.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\"Damn it,\"  \nhe cursed and flung the shoe off to clatter against the door of   \nthe washer.\n\n\u0026nbsp; Salem cringed as the bang echoed in the small room, hoping he had   \nnot woken his Master.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;A few moments went by and he heard nothing,   \nso he let out his held breath.  \n  \nNow left in only his pants, which were thankfully quite   \ncomfortable, Salem paused in the mudroom for a tailtip to fingertip   \nfeline stretch, but to no effect.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;He felt just as stiff and   \nirritable as he had before.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;He tried popping his neck, but that   \nhad no better result.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;He sighed and slunk out of the mudroom while   \nrubbing at the top of his shoulder, trying to ease some of the   \ntension out of it.  \n  \nSalem dropped off the car keys on a small table near the front   \ndoor.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;As he did, his hand brushed over a piece of soft leather,   \nand he looked down to see his collar resting where he had left it\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;  \nthat morning, so long ago now it felt.  \n  \nSalem lifted the band to put it on, but before he clasped the   \nbuckle into place, he turned to look at himself in a mirror nearby.   \nThe black leather fit snugly but comfortably about his equally   \nblack neck-fur.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;In front, a richly engraved nameplate bore his   \nname, and to either side a pair of D-rings offered some additional   \nbinding points.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;But the panther felt a flush of frustration at the   \nday well up within him - he did not want to have to deal with any   \nmore duties or obligations today! - and he scrunched the leather   \ntight in his fist and threw it back down to the table.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Salem made it two steps towards his bedroom before he realized   \nsomething was blocking his way: his Master.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;The black lupine form   \nmelded with the shadows of the hallway.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;His head drooped and guilt   \nwelled up in his mind.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\"I'm sorry, Master,\" he said.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\"I thought   \nyou would've been asleep already.\"  \n  \n\"I should be, but I wanted to welcome you home.\"\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;The wolf's voice   \nwas flatter than usual, hiding his emotions with it.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\"Why did you   \nnot put your collar back on?\"  \n  \n\"It's been a long day, sir.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;I'm tired.\"  \n  \nThe wolf took a few steps closer, pulling out from the shadows of   \nthe hallway into the moonlight and starlight.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;He placed a hand   \nagainst Salem's cheek and gave a tender rub at the base of the   \nfeline's ears.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\"A long day is not reason enough to forget your   \nplace, Salem.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;Put it on.\"  \n  \n\"But, Master...\"  \n  \n\"I did not give you permission to speak, slave!\" the wolf snapped.   \nSalem's ears pinned flat: his Master rarely called him slave and   \ncalled him slave in such a dismissive way more rarely still.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\"Put.   \nIt.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;On.\"  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; The panther gave a whimper and bowed his head low as he walked back   \nto the table, pulled the strap of leather around his neck once   \nmore, and cinched it into place.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;Salem might have truly only been   \ntwo inches shorter than his Master, but the way he felt then, he   \nmight as well have been half the wolf's size.  \n  \nSalem looked up, just once, long enough to catch the gleam off of   \none of the wolf's fangs as his lips had curled in a silent snarl.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;  \n\"Now, slave, go put on a pair of the cheap cuffs and wait for me in   \nthe bathroom.\"  \n  \nThe panther bowed instead of giving his usual, \"Yes, Master,\"   \nresponse.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;He was certain he was already facing some kind of   \npunishment already, the very last thing he needed after a day like   \ntoday; his Master was not cruel, by any means, so knowing he had   \ninsulted his Master enough to earn a punishment only added to the   \nemotional turmoil within him.  \n  \nHe found the cheap cuffs laying on the floor of their closet.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;They   \nwere plastic versions of the standard police-style handcuffs, the   \nchain on them a little long but so weak it wouldn't stand up to any   \nserious attempts to get free.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;Salem slipped one end of the   \nhandcuff about his left wrist and let the end dangle free, knowing   \nhis Master would attach the other later.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;Then he just waited,   \nstanding in the bathroom.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Salem's ears swiveled to listen to the footsteps of his Master as   \nhe approached.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;The wolf entered the bathroom with a metal rod in   \none hand.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;At once, Salem knew his fate: the heavy rod was inserted   \ninto two holes drilled near the top of their large walk-in shower,   \nwhere it would serve as a much better tying point than any flimsy   \ncurtain rod.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;A cold, long, miserable shower, that is what awaited   \nhim, likely followed by a night curled up and shivering at the foot   \nof his Master's bed.  \n  \nThe wolf had undressed sometime while he was fetching the rod, and   \nhe turned to Salem, putting his hands on the panther's belt and   \nstarting to undo them.  \n  \n\"Please, Master,\" Salem started to protest.  \n  \nThe slap shocked Salem so hard, he yelped.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;The wolf's hand had   \ndelivered a fierce blow to his rump, stronger than any Salem could   \nremember receiving.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;He stared in shock at his Master.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;The wolf   \nhad his jaw clenched tight in anger, not at Salem, the panther   \nknew, but at himself: the wolf took great care in his position as   \ndominant and vowed never to strike in anger - a rule he had just   \nviolated.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\"Damn it, Salem, I told you not to speak.\"  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Salem whimpered.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;He wanted to say he was sorry, but he was, after   \nall, not allowed to speak.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;He just held out his hands, wrists   \npresented, and waited.  \n  \nThe wolf led him over to the entrance of the shower and reached   \ninside to flick the stream on.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;Salem was more than a little   \nsurprised to feel a burst of hot steam soon issue forth.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;His   \nMaster kept testing and adjusting the temperature several times   \nuntil satisfied and then led the feline into the warm spray.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;The   \nwolf looped the length of the cuff chain once about the rod and   \nthen attached the other end of the chain to Salem's free wrist.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;  \nThe height of the rod left Salem's elbows about even with his ears,   \nhis body exposed and presented.  \n  \nSalem trembled and tried to take a few breaths of the thickening,   \nsteamy air as his Master stepped into the shower beside him.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;At   \nany moment he expected the true punishment to begin, maybe a   \nspanking or maybe his Master would pin him against the wall and   \nforce his shaft inside the panther's body to remind him of his   \nplace.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;He did not expect the wolf's gentle touch, fingers running   \nthrough his fur and making sure the warm water penetrated deep, all   \nthe way to his skin.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Salem watched, amazed and fascinated, as the wolf worked shampoo   \ninto Salem's fur and as the wolf's touch steadily morphed from a   \nsimple cleaning into a massage; and since the shampoo had to be   \nworked into every bit of fur from muzzle to tail to foot, the   \nmassage too had to go everywhere along Salem's body.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;His muscles   \nended up giving out from the day's exhaustion, and he slumped into   \nhis Master's strong grip.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;The wolf held him up so the cuffs would   \nnot bite into his wrists.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;  \n  \nThen his Master leaned up and whispered a few words into Salem's   \nears.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;Immediately the world seemed to fold in on itself, Salem's   \nsenses focused intently on the voice and touch of his Master as all   \nelse sank into unimportant nothingness.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;He knew in a distant part   \nof his mind that he had been triggered into trance, but he was   \nutterly uninterested in what that part of his mind was now saying   \nnow.  \n  \nJust as surely as his Master's hands wrung the stress and tension   \nfrom Salem's muscles, his Master's words wrung the stress and   \ntension from Salem's mind.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;The panther found himself unable to   \nhold onto his buzzing, irritated thoughts and the tension in his   \nbody, and both were washed away under the constant stream of water.   \nHe soon hung limp against his Master, his muzzle hanging into the   \nspray without concern.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; The wolf turned off the water and left Salem's body wrapped in a   \ncaressing cloud of steam while his mind drifted in an obedient   \nbliss.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;The wolf gave a command for Salem to stand upright, and   \nSalem did so without question, energy and tension returning to his   \nmuscles but only what was needed to obey.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;The wolf's hands stroked   \nover his form once more before focusing in on his thighs, working   \nover the damp sheath and coaxing free his length with a few well-  \nplaced caresses and a few well-timed words into his ears commanding   \narousal.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;His shaft stiffened as it had been trained to.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;Soon, the   \nfingers that had so expertly massaged his muscles into limp   \nrelaxation were caressing along his shaft, drawing forth moans and   \nsighs as the haze surrounding Salem's mind tinged red with lusty   \npleasure.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;He was hard because his Master had commanded him to be   \nso.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;He slowly rocked his hips into that gentle touch because his   \nMaster commanded him to do so.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;And he soon climaxed, his seed   \nsplattering on the damp shower wall, right when his Master   \ncommanded him to.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; With his climax, the last of the day's long-building   \nstresses slipped away from him.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;The annoyances and constant   \nfrustrations might as well never have happened.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;His Master did not   \nawaken him from trance then.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;He undid the cuffs and commanded the   \nfeline to sit on a chair by the sink. Salem received a quick   \ntoweling to dry off most of the outer fur, and then a blow dryer   \nbegan working over Salem's body inch by inch.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;  \n  \nWithout any additional commands to stay deep, Salem found his mind   \nrefocusing and waking up on its own.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;He finally achieved   \nconsciousness again when the hot air was finishing against his   \nneck.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;He blushed hard as he realized how much his Master was   \ndoting on him while the wolf himself was still dripping wet and   \nlooking quite uncomfortable.  \n  \nSalem opened his muzzle, but shut it just as quickly.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;His Master   \nnoticed and leaned in to kiss his forehead, saying, \"Good boy, no   \nspeaking just yet.\"  \n  \nHis Master finished drying Salem's fur a moment later and left him   \nto enjoy the warmth that wrapped his body like a warm blanket,   \nwhile the wolf quickly toweled off most of the moisture that clung   \nto his own fur.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;Then, the wolf scooped Salem up in his arms and   \ncarried him out of the room.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Salem really felt he should protest at that.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;Yes, he was rather   \neffeminate and so did not weigh particularly much.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;And yes, his   \nMaster was taller and stronger than he.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;But he could still feel   \nhis Master grunting and straining to lift him.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;He knew he should   \nnot say anything though, so instead he wrapped his arms about his   \nMaster's neck and leaned in close to bury his nose against the   \ndrying fluff of fur on the wolf's chest, searching out the rich   \nlupine scent reasserting itself after the shower.  \n  \nThe wolf set him down on the living room couch and tapped his snout   \nonce.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\"Stay, boy.\"\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;Salem frowned at that command; he did not like   \nbeing treated like a dog.  \n  \nHis Master gave a smile, kissed Salem's forehead a second time, and   \nstepped into the kitchen.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;Salem could hear the clink and clatter   \nof plates and silverware, then the low mechanical buzz of the   \nfreezer.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;His curiosity did not have long to wait, as the wolf   \nreturned a minute later with a bowl heaped to the top with scoops   \nof Salem's favorite vanilla bean ice cream.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Salem gave a large smile as he held the first spoonful of ice cream   \nagainst his palate, enjoying the sweet treat melting along his   \ntongue and trickling into his throat.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;His ears flicked towards the   \nTV screen as his Master turned it on, searching through the   \nrecorded shows until he came across a sitcom that Salem had set   \nsave that morning.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;The panther blushed even harder as his Master   \nput it on: he knew his Master hated the show.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;He had intended to   \nwatch it tomorrow after the wolf had gone to work.  \n  \nAs the intro credits came on, Salem's Master picked him up and set   \nhim down on the wolf's lap, wrapping his arms about the smaller   \nfeline in a hug and kissing along his neck.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;Salem could see the   \nwolf's ears pinned back, likely to drown out the jokes and one-  \nliners traded back and forth on-screen.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;  \n  \nAfter the ice cream was finished, his Master returned to massaging   \nSalem's body.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;Unlike the massage earlier in the shower, this was a   \ntrue deep-tissue massage - as best could be accomplished in this   \nposition anyway.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;Those fingers could turn Salem into jelly (he was   \nsure that his Master had trained him to be especially sensitive to   \nhis Master's touch, which would explain how easy it was for the   \nfeline to drift into trance during one of his Master's infrequent   \nmassage sessions).   \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; But along with the fingers, Salem could also feel his Master's   \nshaft, warm and thick, pressing into the fur of his back.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;He smiled   \nover his shoulder and moved his tail to wrap once about the wolf's   \nlength, but the wolf stopped his massage, moved Salem's tail away,   \nand returned to his work.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;A second attempt to pleasure his Master   \nwas met with the same reaction, and so Salem did not try again.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;He   \njust held gently onto the wolf's arms, giving a squeeze by way of   \nsaying thanks.  \n  \nWhen the credits rolled on the screen, the wolf shut off the TV and   \nscooped Salem back into his arms.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\"Bed time for sleepy kitties,\"   \nhe said and hefted Salem back to their bedroom, his shaft poking   \nagainst the feline's backside with every step.  \n  \nSalem thought, given his Master's arousal, that there might be some   \npre-sleep sex, but the wolf simply lifted the sheets, set him down,   \nthen slid in alongside before pulling the sheets back over them   \nboth.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;He gave a kind smile, rubbing a finger along the top of   \nSalem's muzzle.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\"You can speak now,\" he said.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; The feline nuzzled in against his wolf's chest and let his hand   \ncaress down to the still waiting, still hard shaft of his Master.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;  \n\"Does Master want some fun before bed?\" he asked, letting the tip   \nof his nose brush past his Master's nipple.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;Despite himself, his   \ntail was twitching in eager anticipation.  \n  \nThe look in the wolf's eyes hinted at more than a little pride at   \nSalem's offer.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\"No, but thank you, boy.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;It's late and I do need   \nto get up early.\"\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;He leaned in and planted a kiss between the   \npanther's ears.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\"Goodnight, Salem.\"  \n  \n\"Goodnight, Master.\"  \n  \nThe wolf's eyes fell shut, but Salem could only hold back his   \ncuriosity a moment longer.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\"Master?\" he asked quietly.  \n  \nOne of the wolf's eyes peeked open and looked at the black panther.   \n\"What is it?\"  \n  \n\"Why did you do this tonight?\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;I mean, I didn't deserve all the   \nthings you did for me.\"  \n  \nThe eye closed again and the wolf sighed.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;Salem thought for a   \nmoment he might not get an answer (his Master did not always   \nexplain why he did what he did, nor did he have to), but then the   \nwolf spoke, his voice deep and low and half monotone due to   \ntiredness.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\"Salem, what would you do if I commanded you to   \nstraddle my hips and let me fuck you right now?\"  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"I would obey, Master.\"  \n  \n\"But why?\"  \n  \nSalem giggled.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\"Does sex need a reason?\"  \n  \nThe wolf smiled, but repeated his question.  \n  \n\"Because I am your slave, Master.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;That's what slaves do.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;That was   \nthe life I chose and desired when I took your collar, and it's the   \nleast I could do for my handsome, kind, and ever so patient wolf   \nthat I should give him a bit of late-night humping to help keep him   \nhappy.\"  \n  \nThe wolf's hand traced along Salem's jaw.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;The motions were slow,   \nand from it, Salem could tell that his Master was already half   \nasleep.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\"So you want to know then why I spent all evening tending   \nto you when I had every right to just bend you over the nearest   \nchair and fuck you silly?\"  \n  \nSalem gave a slight nod, brushing his tongue against the pads of   \nhis Master's hand.  \n  \n\"Because you would have spent the whole evening feeling miserable,   \nyou would not have slept well, and you would have spent most of   \ntomorrow feeling bad too, and I couldn't have that.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;That's what   \nMasters do, Salem.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;That was why I offered my collar to you.\"\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;The   \nwolf spoke barely above a whisper, and when the last word was out,   \nhe sighed deep and slow.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;Salem was sure that if the wolf wasn't   \nasleep already, then at least he was far too gone to explain what   \nhe meant.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Salem rolled onto his back as carefully as he could and looked at   \nthe nearby alarm clock.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;It was only five hours until his Master   \nhad to be up.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;Salem thought he could get a good nap in now, wake   \nup a little before his Master, and then thank him for this evening   \nwith a surprise morning blowjob.  \n  \nHe fell asleep still thinking about that, purring all the while.   \n  \n\n","series":{"name":"Hypnosis","previous":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/988494-playtime.json","next":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/989967-the-best-medicine.json"}}