Part 3 – How to be a Slave

Michael stood where he was, waiting for further commands from Mitchell. He was actually surprised at the change in the muscular panther. Since arriving at his home, Mitchell’s voice had become firmer, more commanding. He had a much greater presence.

“Now, slave,” Mitchell rumbled, “it’s time you were naked. A slave doesn’t wear anything without his master’s permission. So strip!”

The lion was about to get to it, but the Black Panther cleared his throat noisily. He was looking at Michael expectantly.

Michael frowned for a moment before realising what he’d missed. “Yes, Master.” He said.

“Remember to acknowledge my commands like that before you obey.” Mitchell said, sternly.

“Sorry I almost forgot, sir.”  The lion replied.

“This is you first time.” The panther told him. “So I will allow you to make mistakes, if you learn from them. Just be sure you don’t repeat a mistake. I will take that as disobedience.”

“I understand, Master.” Michael nodded.

“Good.” Mitchell grinned. “Now get those clothes off.”

The young lion proceeded to strip. He pulled of his jacket and stripped off his t-shirt. He tossed them onto the sofa where he’d been sitting. He was about to take off his jeans when Mitchell spoke.

“Did I tell you to put your clothes on the sofa, slave?” The panther demanded.

“W-w-well, no, but I thought…” Michael stuttered.

“That’s just it.” Mitchell told him. “As a slave, you don’t think, you obey. You’ve got to do what your Master tells you and nothing else!”

“Yes, Master, I’m sorry…”

“It’s something you’ve got to learn, slave.” Mitchell said. “But it is very important. What did I order you to do?”

“You ordered me to strip, sir.”

“Did I say anything about what to do with your clothes afterwards?” Mitchell asked.

“No, sir.”

“Then as such, once you have removed them, your clothes cease being any of your concern.” The muscular panther explained. “Until such time as I give you new orders regarding them. So you simply leave them where they drop. Understand?”

The lion nodded. “Yes, Master.” He felt a little like a young cub, being gently yet firmly chastised by a strict father. It was actually something of a turn on.

“Then finished stripping now.”

“Yes, Master.”

It didn’t take him long to pull off the rest of his clothing. When he was done, with clothes lying around his feet, he stood there silently, waiting to see what would be required of him next.

Mitchell started walking around Michael, looking the nude lion over. Michael involuntarily kept his eyes on him.

“I didn’t tell you to turn your head, slave. Face front!” Mitchell rumbled.

The lion’s head snapped around, focusing his view forward. “Sorry, Master.”

“You look very nice, slave.” Mitchell commented, standing behind him. “You’re in very good shape.”

Michael stopped himself looking around when he answered. “Thank you, sir.”

“And, as a slave, what are you supposed to do?” Mitchell asked suddenly.

Although being momentarily thrown by the sudden change in topic, Michael answered quickly. “To obey, sir. To do what my Master tells me and nothing else.”

“Very good.”  Mitchell reappeared from behind him, walking around to stand in front of him. The panther was grinning. “Just wanted to check you were listening and learning.”

The Black Panther stopped for a moment and pulled off his t-shirt, letting it drop to the floor. The naked lion couldn’t help but stare at the bare-chested panther, with his big, rippling muscles. It was a very arousing scene.

“Well,” Mitchell smiled, “someone likes what he sees!”

Watching the big handsome panther had got Michael very aroused. His dick was growing, getting harder and harder. After just a few minutes, he had a full throbbing erection.

Mitchell took a step forward and grabbed the lion’s firm, hard dick in one big hand. “I’ll be dealing with this later.” He muttered. “But for now, I’ve got other things planned for you, slave.”

He let go and stepped back. He proceeded to strip off his jeans, an act that resulted in Michael getting more excited. The panther was simply beautiful. He wanted to do whatever this black-furred cat wanted him to.

Underneath his jeans, Mitchell was wearing a red leather jockstrap. It looked wonderful on him. At least, it looked wonderful to the nude lion watching him undress.

“Now,” Said Mitchell, once he was done. “Let’s go over some of the important stuff you need to know as a slave.”

“Yes, sir.” Michael replied.

“First things first.” The panther began. “As I’ve already said, you don’t wear any clothes without your master’s permission. Additionally, you do not stand in the presence of your master unless he says you can. You should always kneel before him until you are told otherwise.”

The lion was about to kneel, but stopped himself. He wasn’t sure what to do. If Mitchell had wanted him kneeling, he would have ordered him to kneel by now. But a slave was supposed to kneel, wasn’t he?

“Would you like me to kneel now, Master?” Michael decided to simply ask.

“You know, I really expected you to drop to your knees just then.” Mitchell chuckled. “But I didn’t actually tell you, so you were unsure what to do, weren’t you?”

“Yes, sir.”

“And instead of deciding for yourself,” the Black Panther went on, “you asked for instructions from your master.”

Michael nodded. “Yes, sir.”

Mitchell’s face split into a wide grin. “Just the way a proper slave would behave. I knew you’d learn quickly. Now kneel.”

“Yes, master.” The lion said, getting down on his knees. 

“Another thing you, as a slave, will be called upon to do quite often,” Mitchell told him, “is to show your master respect by kissing his feet.”

As he said it, Michael’s eyes quickly darted to the panther’s feet. He could guess what he’d be doing next.

“But kissing your masters feet should be an honour and a pleasure.” The huge panther grinned down at him. “So I think you should beg me to be allowed to do so. And make it good, slave, or I won’t be pleased.”

It was then that Michael realised that he really did want to do what he could to please this hunky panther standing over him. He had to make this good.

“Please, my Master,” Michael begged, looking up at Mitchell imploringly, “may I be permitted to kiss your wondrous feet?”

Mitchell stared at him for a moment before bursting out laughing. “That was very good!” He said. “Much better than your last attempt at begging and better than I was expecting!”

The lion smiled, glad that he’d made the panther happy.

“Go ahead, my slave,” Said Mitchell, “you may kiss my feet.”

Michael was down on all fours in a moment, leaning down toward Mitchell’s feet. He kissed each foot several times, even daring to lick them a little as he did so. He savoured the taste of each kiss.

He found it strange. A few days ago, he’d have thought the whole idea of kissing and licking another guy’s to be a bit disgusting. Now here he was, enjoying the experience.

Once he was done, he returned to a kneeling position, and gazed expectantly up at the panther towering over him.

“That was quite good for a first time.” Mitchell nodded. “But now we should be moving on.” The panther padded over to the cabinet where he’d got the collar and reached inside.

Michael watched as Mitchell pulled out what looked like a short length of chain. But as the panther returned to the kneeling lion, he saw that it was in fact a leash.

Mitchell crouched down and reached for the collar around Michael’s neck, attaching one end of the leash.

“Time to give you experience of being on a leash.” He said. “Hope you enjoy it.”

“I’m sure I will, sir.” Said Michael.

The panther patted him on the head as he finished what he was doing and stood up. “Let’s find out.”

Mitchell stood over him, holding the end of the leash now attached to Michael’s collar. “The thing you have to learn about being on a leash is that the slave is always behind the master, and is always down on all fours unless told otherwise.”

“Yes, master.” The lion nodded.

The panther grinned. He turned and started to lead the lion around the room.

Michael scampered after Mitchell, finding it difficult crawling about on his hands and knees, and keep up with the panther holding his leash. Every few seconds he’d fall behind, and the leash would become tight, tugging at the collar around his neck.

The lion was led around the outside of the room and out the door into the hall beyond. Here the panther stopped, allowing his leashed slave a chance to catch his breath. Michael sat in a kneeling position.

“A bit slow.” Mitchell commented. “A slave needs to be able to keep up with his master.”

“Sorry, sir.” Michael said, head bowed, catching his breath. “But I’m not used to moving about like this.”

The big panther crouched down in front of him. He grabbed Michael under the chin and tilted his head up until the lion was looking into his eyes.

“You just made two mistakes there, slave.” He growled, his expression suddenly stern. “One, you always look at your master when speaking to him. I didn’t tell you to, but I’d thought it would be obvious, a simple act of respect.”

He let go of Michael’s chin before continuing. “But your other mistake is something we’ve been over before. A slave does what he’s told and nothing more. I thought you’d learned that.”

“But I have, sir!” Michael protested.

“Enough!” Mitchell snarled. “That’s mistake number three! Something else you need to learn. A slave does not openly disagree with his master like you just did!”

“I’m sorry, sir.” Said Michael, sadly.

“You should be.” Mitchell stood, once again towering over the lion. “Tell me, when I said that you were a little slow, did I ask you to tell me why?”

“No, sir.” Michael answered.

“And yet you felt the need to tell me why anyway.” The panther grumbled. “When what should you have done?”

“What I was told, and nothing more.” The lion replied, keeping his eyes fixed on the panther. “Sir.”

“Exactly.” Said Mitchell. “When you do something wrong, slave, you apologise to your master, but do not do anything else unless ordered to. If your master wants an excuse, a reason, he will ask for it. Do you understand?”

“I understand, master.” Michael nodded.

A thoughtful look passed across the panther’s face. “I think this is the perfect moment to introduce you to punishment.”

Michael gulped. He remembered the web site he’d looked at. The section on punishment had been very… graphic.

“No need to look so worried.” Mitchell’s expression had softened a little, and he even gave the lion a smile. “This is your first time, and I promised you nothing extreme. Although you should remember that in a proper master/slave relationship, you would be punished for any one of those three mistakes of yours.”

“I understand, sir.” The lion said, relaxing a bit.

“But I am going to show you my dungeon.” Mitchell added. “Stand up.”

“Yes, sir.” Michael got up.

“And I’d just like to emphasize that I’m letting you stand because we’re going downstairs,” Mitchell explained, “and being as inexperienced as you are in moving around on all fours, it wouldn’t be safe to take you down stairs on your hands and knees. Under normal circumstances, I’d only have a slave walk standing up while leashed if they’d earned it.”

“Understood, sir.”

“Okay.” Mitchell turned and led the naked lion by the leash.

They went into the kitchen, a big, modern-looking affair, and Mitchell led Michael to a locked door. In a moment, the panther had unlocked it with a key hanging on a hook beside it and pulled it open. Beyond was darkness, until Mitchell reached in and flipped a switch. Powerful florescent lights flickered on inside, revealing a staircase going down.

Without hesitation, Mitchell went down, Michael having no choice but to follow. It was a short staircase, and they stopped at the bottom.

“Welcome to my dungeon.” Said the Black Panther.

It wasn’t what the lion had been expecting. All the ‘dungeons’ he’d seen on that web site had been large and elaborate, dark and moody. This one wasn’t.

It was brightly lit from above by powerful florescent lights. There were benches and manacles, wooden stocks and crosses with chains hanging from them. There was a leather sling hanging from the ceiling in one corner.

Along one wall were various racks of items. Leather harnesses of different sizes and designs. Assorted chains and restraints. There were a couple of whips alongside a selection of what Michael believed were butt plugs. There were a few metal cabinets as well; that the lion was sure contained more items.

“Do you like it?” Mitchell said with pride. “I converted this cellar myself.”

“It’s very nice, sir.” Michael ventured.

“But of course, this is the only dungeon you’ve visited, isn’t it?” Mitchell shrugged. “So you have nothing to compare it to, do you?”

“No, sir.” Michael had to admit.

“It doesn’t matter.” Said the panther. “But here you’ll find a number of things you’d be likely to come into contact with as a slave. But we won’t be using any of the big stuff tonight. Nothing extreme, but…”

He glanced at Michael thoughtfully. “I think you’d look good with some accessories. Stand there.”

“Yes, sir.” Mitchell watched the panther wander along the racks lining one wall. He opened a cabinet and dug around inside. He pulled out a couple of things and returned to the lion, stopping to take one of the harnesses from the wall as he went.

The other items were a hood and a pair of wrist guards covered with metal studs. They and the harness were all black leather.

“I tend to wear only red leather myself.” Mitchell told him. “Since it looks better on black fur. But for my slaves, I like the look of the black.”

Michael stood where he was as Mitchell dressed him, strapping the wrist guards on his forearms and the harness across his chest. Then the panther placed the hood over his head. There were holes for his eyes and his ears protruded from holes on top. The hood didn’t cover his muzzle, and so he was still free to speak. The panther had to pull back his mane and leave it hanging out the back of the hood.

The soft leather felt good against his skin, the tight hood especially. He found himself wishing he had a mirror, so that he could see how he looked.

“There.” Said Mitchell, stepping back to review his handiwork. “Now you look a lot better.”

“If you say so, sir.” Said Michael, almost shrugging.

Mitchell suddenly frowned. “Don’t get glib, slave. Take a good look at the stuff in this dungeon, all of which could be used to punish a slave acting inappropriately. I may have promised nothing extreme, but I did not say no punishment. So behave yourself.”

The young lion glanced at the assorted items and devices on display in the room. While he was certainly curious, and thought that at some point, he’d like to try some of them, he didn’t feel like he wanted to try them right now, on his first time as a slave.

“Yes, sir.” He said. “Sorry, sir.”

“Maybe you need to be reminded of your place as a slave. On your knees!” The panther commanded.

“Yes, Master.” Michael fell to his knees immediately.

The panther snapped his fingers and pointed to his feet. “Now kiss my feet as a slave should.”

“Yes, sir.” This was something Michael didn’t mind doing.

He got down on all fours and leaned in, kissing the panther’s feet as he’d done before. But he’d barely kissed each foot once when Mitchell stepped back.

“That’s enough.” He said. “And stay in that position.”

“Yes, sir.” Michael stayed on his hands and knees.

“We’ve now covered most of the basics of being a slave.” Said the muscular panther, who had started circling around the lion. “And we’ll be getting to the fun stuff very soon. But there is one more thing.”

Suddenly, Mitchell crouched down beside the lion, reached underneath him, and grabbed his fully erect dick firmly in one hand.

Michael’s whole body stiffened at this unexpected move. Having this hunk of a panther hold onto his dick felt so good. Especially as Mitchell started moving his hand up and down, firmly but gently giving Michael’s penis a good massage. The lion involuntarily shuddered in ecstasy.

“You see, any master/slave relationship is based on complete trust.” Mitchell said while he continued to jerk Michael off. “The slave has to trust the master implicitly. I mean, right now, I have a very valuable part of your body in my hand. Who knows what I could do with it?” As if for emphasis, he gave the lion’s dick one long tug, stretching it.

For a moment, pleasure was replaced by a jolt of sharp pain for Michael. He let out a small gasp. Then the panther went back to massaging, and Michael went back to enjoying it.

“So, if you are going to be a slave,” Mitchell continued, “then you will have to trust me. As such, before we go any further, I have to ask you. Do you trust me, slave?”

On his hands and knees, dressed in little but some tight leather, with a handsome, muscular Black Panther massaging his cock, Michael saw only one way he could possibly answer.

“Yes, master, I trust you.” He gasped, between the panther’s jerks of his dick.

“Good.” Mitchell said. He let go of Michael’s dick and stood up.

Michael suddenly felt disappointed. He had been enjoying what Mitchell had been doing; having it end before he had cum was frustrating.

The panther seemed to notice. “Don’t worry,” he told the lion, “I’ll finish seeing to your erection a little later. Provided you earn it, slave.”

The lion realised now. That had just been a preview of what he’d get if he proved himself to be a good slave. He smiled at Mitchell.

He now found himself really wanting to be a good slave to the panther. It had been fun and very erotic so far, and now he knew what he’d be earning… well, doing his best as a slave for the rest of the evening would be more than worth it.

Michael watched Mitchell return to one of the cabinet’s and retrieve something else.

“Time to prove that you trust me, slave.” The panther said as he made his way back to Michael. He leaned down and suddenly everything went black. Mitchell had just added a blindfold to Michael’s hood. He couldn’t see.

“Now, don’t panic.” Mitchell said, his voice soothing. “I’m going to be guiding you, and if you trust me as much as you should, that won’t be a problem.”

“Yes, sir.” Michael agreed.

The lion felt a tug at his collar as Mitchell took hold of his leash.

“Just follow.” The panther ordered. “I’ll pull your leash in the direction I want you to go.”

“I understand, sir.”

In this way, Mitchell led Michael across the room. “Stand up now.” Mitchell ordered, as they reached the stairs. “You’ll be going the rest of the way on your feet.”

“Yes, sir.” The blind lion got to his feet and let himself be guided up the staircase. It was a strange experience, being led around like this, having to put so much trust in Mitchell, giving him so much control. But it was an experience he was enjoying.

Blindly and obediently, Michael followed Mitchell through the house on the end of the leash. He had no idea where exactly they were going, but they went up more stairs on the way, up to the top floor of the house.

Eventually they came to a stop. Michael didn’t know where he was, but he was pretty sure he was in a room. He’d brushed against a doorframe a few seconds ago.

“Stand where you are, slave” Mitchell commanded. “And wait.”

“Yes, Master.” Michael waited. He could hear the big panther moving about nearby, but had no way of knowing what he was doing.

The young lion had no idea how much time passed as he stood there waiting, and frankly he didn’t care. He was enjoying being a slave too much.

Suddenly he heard footsteps as Mitchell approached him.

“You’ve been very patient, slave.” Said the panther. “That’s good.”

“Thank you, Master.” Michael grinned.

“And now…” Mitchell pulled off the lion’s blindfold and stepped back.

Michael blinked a few times, his eyes adjusting to the sudden light. When he was done, he was able to take a good look at where he was.

It was a huge bedroom. There was a lush blue carpet beneath his feet and a large king-size bed against one wall, plus assorted bedroom furniture. The lion briefly noticed that Mitchell had an assortment of chains, manacles and restraints unpacked and laid out on the bed. But Michael’s attention wasn’t focused on the room.

Mitchell had changed. He now wore some skin-tight shorts and fingerless gloves of red leather. He also had a leather harness with metal studs crisscrossing his muscular chest, and a metal-studded leather strap wrapped around each bicep.

Michael stared. His erection, which had begun to droop a little, was suddenly back in full force.

The big panther threw aside the blindfold. “And now, my slave, the fun stuff begins!”

To Be Continued…