Part 2 – The Panther and the Passive

Michael glanced at the clock behind the bar for what had to be the fifth time in the past twenty minutes. It was almost seven.

The young lion was sat at the bar, dressed in just some simple jeans, a t-shirt and his good leather jacket. He was sipping his drink in big gulps and wondering if he should leave before Mitchell turned up.

It had been a supreme act of courage to come even this far. He’d been nervous enough, but once he’d checked the web site Mitchell had recommended… well, some of the stuff it had showed him was very ‘extreme’.

He glanced at the clock yet again. His heart was pounding. Maybe it would just be better if he…

“There you are!”

As if out of nowhere, a muscular Black Panther sat down on the bar stool beside him. Michael had been so preoccupied with watching the clock; he hadn’t noticed Mitchell’s approach.

Mitchell was dressed simply. Some jeans and a white vest that hugged his muscles like a second skin.

“I’m pleasantly surprised to find you here.” The panther smiled. “I was a little afraid I’d come on too strong last night and frightened you off.”

The Black Panther looked just as handsome and beautiful as the night before. Michael was once again entranced by his fantastic physique.

“N-n-no,” Michael stammered, nervously, “you were great.”

Mitchell grinned. “Thanks. Well, why don’t you finish your drink and we’ll get going? I’m eager to get to the fun stuff.”

“Okay.” The lion downed the last of his drink. “Let’s go.”

“My car’s parked nearby.” Mitchell said, jumping to his feet. “Follow me.”

Michael simply nodded. He followed the panther out of the bar, his heart beating faster and his stomach tying itself in knots. Looks like there was no turning back now.

Sure, he could still say that he’d changed his mind and leave, but would mean disappointing this handsome panther, and he didn’t want to do that. At least if he’d left before Mitchell had arrived, he’d have been able to imagine that the panther had changed his mind too and actually wasn’t too bothered.

But if he left now, he’d have to personally see the look of disappointment on Mitchell’s face, and he didn’t think he’d be able to stand that.

Mitchell’s car was parked just around the corner from the bar. It was a big red sports car, very flashy. The panther motioned to the passenger side as he unlocked it. “Get in.”

The lion did as he was told, settling into the big comfortable seat beside Mitchell and buckling his seatbelt. Mitchell started the car and they were away, driving through the streets, bound for the panther’s home.

“So, did you look at that web site?” Mitchell asked, while keeping his eyes on the road.

“Yes.” Michael replied.

“I’ll bet it freaked you out.” The panther was grinning broadly.

“A little, yeah.” The lion admitted.

“I’ll bet you were sitting in that bar wondering if this was a mistake.” Mitchell went on. “I wouldn’t be surprised if you were thinking of leaving before I turned up.”

“Well… yeah, I was.” Michael said.

“I’ll be honest with you.” Mitchell chuckled. “I purposely gave you the address of one of the more extreme sites out on the net. I wanted to see if you would still come if you saw how extreme things between a master and a slave can get.”

He took his eyes off the road for a second to glance at the lion and offer him a warm smile. “And you did still come. And that has made me very happy.”

The panther returned his attention to driving. “But you needn’t look so worried, Michael. I promised you no extreme stuff, remember? The kind of things you saw on that web site we will not be doing tonight.”

Michael let out a silent sigh of relief. That was good.

“Besides,” Mitchell was saying. “We would never do anything you didn’t want to do anyway.”

The young lion frowned. “Really? I thought that as a slave, I would have to do whatever you ordered me to do, whether I wanted to or not.”

“You could look at it like that, I suppose.” Mitchell shrugged. “But the truth of the matter is that the slave obeys his masters commands because he wants to, because he’s a passive, submissive fur and it’s in his nature. And any good Master, while being the one giving the orders and making the decisions, has to be aware of, and respect, his slave’s needs and limits.”

Michael nodded thoughtfully, taking this in.

“But don’t let such things worry you right now.” Mitchell advised. “Tonight is meant to be a simple introduction to being a slave, with some fun thrown in. Just enjoy it.”

“I’ll try.” Michael smiled.

It took them less than half an hour to reach Mitchell’s home. It was a detached house surrounded by a high wall and well-tended garden. The panther pulled the car into the driveway and parked close to the house’s front door.

“Well, here we are.” Mitchell said. He got out.

Michael climbed out of the car and glanced about. With the high wall encircling the house and its garden, Mitchell’s home seemed very private.

The young lion waited by the front door while Mitchell locked the car and then stepped up to the door. A second later, it was unlocked and open and Mitchell was leading Michael inside.

Inside, Michael found himself in a minimally decorated hallway, complete with staircase leading up to the second floor of the house. With the front door closed, Mitchell beckoned Michael to follow as he wandered through a doorway.

Beyond was an elegant living room, with big, comfortable looking sofas and darkly polished wooden furniture.

The lion stood where he was, unsure of what to do. In all honesty, he was feeling a little out of place.

Mitchell didn’t seem to notice. He dropped his keys on a small side table next to one of the sofas and headed to a drinks cabinet in one corner of the room.

“Sit.” He said as he went. His voice had a firm tone to it and Michael was pretty sure he should obey. He sat down.

The big Black Panther said nothing further and poured himself a small drink. Before heading back to Michael, he stopped off at a cabinet, reached inside, and pulled something out.

It wasn’t until Mitchell sat down opposite Michael that the lion was able to see what the panther had. It was a collar, black leather with gleaming metal studs, complete with a padlock hanging from one end.

From what he’d read on that web site, he knew that such a collar was usually worn by a slave, a lot of the time while wearing nothing else. He could see where this was going.

The panther sat there, sipping his drink and watching Michael. Eventually he spoke.

“Look,” he said, “you’re probably still nervous of this whole thing, which is understandable. Hell, I’d be surprised if you weren’t still nervous. So, I’m giving you one last chance to back out. From here on in, there’s no turning back. If you don’t want to do this, then you should go. I won’t stop you.”

Michael thought about this. It didn’t take him long to make a decision. “I want to do this. I’m staying.”

Mitchell grinned one of his bug grins. “Good.” He drained his glass and dropped it onto the side table alongside his keys. “Then let’s get down to business and stop wasting time.”

“Okay.” Michael nodded.

“First, I should tell you that the introduction to being a slave that I’m going to be giving you only reflects my personal approach to the way a slave should behave.” Mitchell told Michael. “Different masters have different expectations of their slaves. Some are far more strict and extreme than others. Bear that in mind.”

“I will.” The young lion said.

Mitchell nodded and got moved on. “Soon, you’ll be wearing this collar here.” The panther explained. “For the purposes of this evening, with you simply trying things out as a slave, while you wear this collar, you will be my slave, and I will expect complete obedience. You will remain my slave until I remove the collar after we’re done. Understand?”

“Yes.” Said Michael.

“One thing you should know,” Mitchell went on, “while you’re a slave, you will be expected to address me as either ‘Sir’ or ‘Master’ at all times.”

“I understand.” The lion replied.

“So you’re ready for this?” Mitchell was smiling warmly.

“Yes, I am.” Michael said, meaning it.

“Good.” Mitchell said. “Then get on your knees and beg to wear my collar.”

Michael paused, unsure. He hadn’t expected that.

“Come on, Michael.” The panther urged. “I’m sure it’ll feel a little strange, being your first time, but I know you can do it.”

With a sigh, the young lion got down onto his knees before Mitchell. He stopped for a moment, uncertain what exactly he should say. He couldn’t think of anything that didn’t sound silly in his head.

He just went for it. “Can I please wear your collar?”

Mitchell frowned. “Not exactly the best begging I’ve heard, but it’s something we can work on. And you have to understand that under normal circumstances, I’d have you strip naked before having you beg, but since this is your first time, I decided to let you off on that part.”

He crouched down and, brushing Michael’s mane aside, strapped the collar on around the lion’s neck, keeping it tight, but still allowing enough room for Michael to be able to breathe. There was a click as the padlock was closed, locking the collar in place.

“There.” Said Mitchell, stepping back and standing up. “Now, on your feet slave!”

“Yes, sir.” Michel said, doing as he was told and getting to his feet, standing to attention in front of Mitchell.

“Very good.” Mitchell grinned. “And now, we teach you to be a proper slave…”

To Be Continued…