Collaring the Wolf

This story was written for the following prompt: "You probably should have realized the intimate connotations of giving your Wolf Girl friend a collar. Even if it was clearly part of a joke, she's still awfully flustered."

Contains: dominant/submissive, a woman with wolf ears and tail, a bit of mild petplay.

I probably apologized about a dozen times over the course of the party, and each time she waved me off, muttering it was nothing while not meeting my eyes. I felt genuinely bad about getting her so flustered in front of everyone, especially the other wolves who had teased her mercilessly. The humans laughed it off after a couple minutes and probably forgot about the whole thing, but there was obviously a level of context to my gift that her mumbled explanations didn't get across. Having come by myself, I ended up staying late as everyone else filed out in little groups, going out to their cars or calling rides. I started clearing party debris off the kitchen table as a small way to help out, and by the time I was nearly finished, I realized the birthday girl and I were the only ones still in the house. She came in to dump a bunch of ribbons and shredded wrapping paper in the trash, then turned around and started when she noticed me.

"S-Sam!" She put a hand on her chest, her fluffy ears unflattening as her surprise faded. "Oh, you scared me... I thought everyone was gone."

"Yeah, I just thought I might... help out." I wiggled the paper plates I had been about to throw away. "Sorry to startle you."

"No, it's fine," she said, and added under her breath, "Not the first time tonight..."

"And, um, sorry again about the collar, it was really thoughtless of me..."

"It- It doesn't bother me," she muttered, looking away from me as another blush rose to her pale cheeks.

"No, you know what?" I said, suddenly determined to make this right. "Hold on a second."

I went to the living room and searched through the mess of presents, finding the black leather dog collar I had presented her with. Clutching it in my fist, I hurried back to the kitchen and held the wretched thing over the trash.

"Renno, you keep saying it's fine, but I feel like I did something stupid that really hurt you. So, please forgive me, if you can."

Before I could drop the collar, her hand closed around mine, soft and warm. I stared at her in surprise as she tried to find words.

"Sam..." She squeezed her eyes shut, sighing as the pinkness returned to her cheeks and she released her grasp on me. "Sam, I appreciate the gesture. But... I don't... You... You didn't know what you were doing, okay? It was just a joke. It wasn't what I thought it was. Don't throw away a perfectly good collar."

"Oh... what did you think it was?" I asked, curious despite my relief. "I didn't get most of the explanation. Just that it's an... intimate thing."

"It's not much more than it sounds like," she muttered, looking down. "Put a collar on a wolf, what does that mean? A dog. And a dog mumble mumble mumble."

"Sorry?"

"And a dog has an owner," she repeated louder, blushing furiously. It took me a moment to process what she meant.

"Oh.

Oh.

Like they... Oh." I was pretty sure I was blushing too now. "Is that... a common thing?"

She shrugged slightly, still staring at her feet. "More than humans would think. So when you gave it to me, for a second I hoped..."

She trailed off. After a few moments, she clamped a hand over her mouth. A small whine escaped her as I stared at her now bright-red face.

"You 'hoped'...?" I said slowly, not quite believing my ears.

She shifted her hand enough to whisper, "That was not the word I meant to use."

I knew she was in a molten crucible of embarrassment right now, but I had to know. I couldn't live without asking the question. "Is it... inaccurate?"

It felt like my heart stopped until she, very slightly, shook her head. Then I just felt faint.

"Oh." I swallowed hard and realized I could think of absolutely nothing to say to that. My head spun as the extent of what she had just revealed became apparent. She... She thought of me that way... and she was into that kind of thing... and she wanted me to be her... and I... I mean I always thought she was cute... really fucking cute... and we were both single...

I sat on the edge of the kitchen table, finding that my heart was pounding. What the hell could I say? There were so many things fighting for my attention, half of them conflicting and the other half requiring far more coherent thought than I was capable of at the moment. What...

There was a slight pain in my hand. Looking at it, it turned out to be the buckle of the collar pressing into my skin as I made a tight fist. The collar. The thing that had started all this. Maybe... actions spoke louder than words...

I held it out to her, managing to mumble, "If you- really want to..."

It was a moment before her trembling hand reached out to take it. She slowly raised it to her neck, giving me a nervous, questioning look. I nodded, my mouth dry, and she fastened it on herself, quivering uncontrollably. The next thirty seconds felt like thirty years as we just stared not quite at each other.

"Wanna watch Netflix?" I blurted.

"God yes," she breathed, relief rising off her like steam. I stood up too quickly and followed her to the living room, throwing everything in my mind on the backburner as she fumbled with the remote. We both needed time to process what had just happened.

She ended up picking a documentary about the pack dynamics of wolves - the four-legged kind. I would have found it incredibly on the nose, but it was already half-watched. Maybe this was just something she was interested in. No subtext whatsoever. Especially not with how she squirmed a little bit on the couch whenever the deep-voiced narrator talked about the relationship between the dominant and submissive members of the pack.

I wasn't sure how long it had been by the time I found the will to speak again. As some wolves raced through the snow on screen, I cleared my throat and muttered, "Um... so... what... what do you want me to do, exactly?"

In my peripheral vision, I could see that she was still staring straight ahead when she answered. "Um... Just be... in control. W-Whatever you want... me to do... I will."

I at least knew the very basics of... this kind of thing, but I was getting thrown in the deep end here. I'd never done anything more dominant than picking the position. Effectively being handed the other end of a leash was not something I was remotely prepared for, but... I wanted to try. For her sake, and because there was a deep-seated thrill of excitement inside me at the idea of what could happen.

"Okay," I said quietly. "Um... tell me if you don't want to do something. Or if I'm doing something bad. Don't just... put up with it. I- I don't want to hurt you."

She nodded. My heart was thrumming in my chest when I managed to speak again.

"Then... I want to pet your ears."

She visibly shivered, but nodded again, angling her head towards me. I swallowed heavily and reached out to feel one of the fluffy wolf ears that poked out of her shoulder-length white hair. I'd wanted to do this since basically the day I met her, but it was apparently something reserved for intimate partners. Now that I had that privilege, I greatly enjoyed exercising it, firmly rubbing the soft fur as her eyes fluttered closed and her posture lost some of its stiffness.

It wasn't until her head bumped against me that I realized she had been leaning into the touch. She jerked away, a hot blush rising to her cheeks, but I said, "It's okay... keep doing that if you want to."

After a moment of embarrassed hesitation, she scooted closer on the couch and laid her head on my shoulder, her eyes squeezed shut. I resumed rubbing her ears, switching from one to the other and back again. All the attention seemed to relax her, and after a while I noticed a rhythmic

thump-thump

noise as her bushy tail wagged against the couch. I couldn't help but grin, enjoying the feeling of her warm body snuggling into my side. This was... nice.

"You like being petted, don't you?" I murmured, slipping my arm around her back to hold her.

"Yes, Mistress," she whispered, and it felt like a shock ran through my body, ending in a tingly heat between my legs. That one word put this situation under an entirely different light. It wasn't me cuddling with a friend, or even me cuddling with a... more than friend. It was me cuddling with a pet.

My

pet. I shivered with sudden excitement, unintentionally tightening my grip around her waist and pulling her against me.

"What... What do you want to do for your M-Mistress...?" I managed eventually, my mouth dry.

"I want to make her happy," she mumbled against my shoulder, her voice tiny.

"Then- go ahead..." Having her set the pace was probably the best way to do things. I wasn't sure how much she wanted and how fast to go.

She shifted against my side, her hands coming up to gently keep my head facing forwards. I stared at the documentary that I had all but forgotten about and quivered when I felt her lips against my neck, beginning to plant a downwards trail of tingly kisses along my weak point that made me melt. When she reached the curve of my shoulder and started going up again, one of her hands moved down my chest, slipping under the hem of my shirt to tease upwards and make me shiver even more. I felt hot breath against my ear as she whispered, "Does this make you happy...?"

"Yes..." I said without thinking, and her hand moved up further. I tensed as her fingers slipped under my bra to squeeze my breasts, sending a hot spark to join the growing excitement in my core. Her lips traced over my sensitive neck as she toyed with my chest, thumbing my hard nipples and massaging the soft flesh until I couldn't take a steady breath to save my life. My heart was thrumming wildly, and it felt like it skipped a beat when she slipped off the couch to kneel between my legs. Her face was flushed, her tail was wagging, and her eyes held a questioning look.

"Mistress...?" she prompted quietly, her hands resting on her knees. Now that we had actually gotten this far, it seemed like she was way less flustered than me. Maybe it wasn't her first time in this position. I barely managed a nod, and she unbuttoned my pants, tugging them down along with my panties as I lifted myself off the couch. Little kisses followed the fabric as it went down my legs, eventually slipping off my feet to be tossed aside. I tried not to hyperventilate at the sight of my adorable wolf girl friend wearing a collar and basically licking her lips as she stared at my puffy folds.

My hand flew to my mouth as she leaned in, trailing kisses and licks and nibbles up my thighs until her face was buried between my legs. Her hot tongue teased over my slit, collecting all the of wetness I had already produced, then pushed forward to make more as I gasped. I knew that wolves had longer tongues than humans, but I didn't really

know

it until now. Muffled whimpers and moans escaped me as she explored my core, going deeper than I thought was possible. My thighs wrapped around her head and my free hand tangled in her hair, forcing her to stay exactly where she was. It seemed to encourage her to eat me out with even more enthusiasm, lapping at my clit in a frantic rhythm that had me crying out into my palm. It felt like my breath was being stolen away by the hot pleasure, leaving me to take short, gasping inhales as the tension in my belly built and built.

I took my hand away from my mouth at the wrong time and let out a loud moan, reaching the edge and tipping over into burning spasms of bliss. My legs trembled as my thighs squeezed her head tight, every nerve alight with sensation. Her tongue didn't stop, dragging out the waves of pleasure that rocked my body until I was slumped back against the couch, panting hard.

"Fuck..." I whispered, staring at the ceiling. I'd been single for way too long and almost forgot how good it could be. Renno knew exactly what she was doing. It felt like I could barely move, but I lifted my head to find her still sitting between my legs, wetness smeared all over her face as she stared up at me with those bright amber eyes. She was squirming a bit, her tail still rapidly moving side to side. I struggled to find something to say, and settled on what felt the most appropriate. "Good girl."

She shivered, the flush in her cheeks growing more pronounced as a small smile quirked her lips. I was left struggling for words again.

"Do... Do you want me to... reward you...?" I asked finally, my own face heating. It felt ridiculous to be embarrassed about anything at this point, but I still wasn't used to talking this way.

"Y-Yes, Mistress..."

"Then, um... take off your clothes." She obeyed with record speed, and I gaped at her naked body for a few moments. Where I had soft curves, she had the fit, toned form of a runner. Her thighs alone had me practically drooling, and the thought that she would let me do pretty much anything I wanted to her left me speechless. I stood up on shaky legs, reaching out to caress the lean muscle of her stomach and finding it soft and warm. My hands slid down, feeling her tremble as I traced over her hips to give her firm ass a squeeze. Her body had just enough give to make it incredibly satisfying, and I did it again, feeling the hot tingle of excitement return. I wasn't the only one getting worked up; a bead of wetness was trailing down her thigh from her swollen lower lips. The obvious sign that she was enjoying this made me more confident, enough to find my voice again and order one hoarse word: "Bedroom."

She moved without hesitation and I hurried after her, following her into the dark room and pushing her down to the bed before she could even turn on the light. The moonlight streaming through the window was enough to see her face by, and I found her lips with mine. She let out a little gasp and tensed for a moment, then melted underneath me, her hands coming up to hold my waist as our tongues tangled. I could taste my juices in her mouth, but I didn't care. After being so nervous about everything else tonight, her mouth against mine was the one thing I could say I wanted with absolute certainty.

Well, maybe one of two things. The little spark of arousal was returning to a full-grown inferno, leaving me wet and throbbing as I ground against her leg. I wanted her to make me come again.

Reluctantly pulling away from her lips, I shifted to straddle her the other way, putting my mouth above her dripping heat. I could smell the heady scent of her arousal, and she needed no prompting to force her tongue between my legs. I gasped, freezing for a moment, then lowered my head to lap at her folds, trying to focus on returning the pleasure and not the hot, blissful sparks shooting through me. Her taste was mild and sweet, nothing but an incentive to lap up more. She made little muffled noises against me as I figured out what she liked, licking along her hot, sensitive skin and teasing her clit. Her whole body went rigid when I took the stiff bundle of nerves between my lips and sucked, gently lashing it with my tongue all the while. She retaliated by slipping two fingers inside me, stroking along my front wall while lapping at my clit in the same rhythm.

I gave a choked moan when she found what she was looking for. She rubbed that rough little spot and licked me at the same time, making me gasp and whine, clutching at her thighs as my own tightened around her head. I kept working my tongue as best I could, feeling like it was entirely inadequate to the pleasure she was lavishing upon me until she suddenly shuddered underneath me, crying out into my folds. Her legs twitched and her stomach flexed, her movements faltering as the orgasm washed over her. I tried to make her feel as good as possible, keeping her climax going until she was just panting underneath me.

With surprising speed, she dove back into my heat, finding the rhythm again and drawing out a moan. Now I had nothing to do but bask in the overwhelming sensation of her fingers and tongue on my most sensitive points, building up the pressure in my stomach until it felt like I would break.

I did, in a sense. The orgasm wracked my entire body, ripping the breath from my lungs with moan after moan. I grabbed handfuls of the sheets as I tensed and shook, waves of ecstasy firing through every nerve. I felt like I was flying, or falling, losing all sense of control.

Renno moved to cuddle alongside me, gently rubbing my folds as the sensation died away and aftershocks made me spasm. I was incredibly grateful for her solid, reassuring warmth against my side. I tried to breathe again, my heart winding down from a purr to a pounding beat as my body gradually came down from the peak. When I felt like I could move, I pulled her into a soft kiss and murmured, "So... good... thank you..."

Her tail thumped gently against the bed, and I couldn't help the goofy smile that spread across my face.

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