Part 6 – Learning From Experience 

It was several minutes before Michael actually approached Mitchell’s house. The young lion had to take some time to pluck up enough courage. Time spent standing across the street from the panther’s home, watching the place in nervous anticipation. 

What lay ahead of him was a little daunting. Before he’d spent one night as the panther’s slave, and that was a simple introduction.

Now, he’d be spending the entire weekend with Mitchell, as his slave, and he suspected it would be a very different experience.

And it was an experience he wanted. He had to keep telling himself that this was what he wanted. The last time he’d been Mitchell’s slave had been an incredible eye-opener. Michael definitely wanted to go further. He was certain of that.

But at the same time, there was worry. When it had just been an introduction, he had been able to take comfort in the fact that there’d be nothing too extreme. When he submitted to the panther’s control this time, there’d be no telling how far Mitchell might take things.

With a deep breath, Michael crossed the street. He had chosen to carry on, to learn more from Mitchell, and he didn’t want to back out now. He’d just have to trust that the Black Panther wouldn’t push him further than he was ready to go. He strolled up the driveway toward the house. He stepped up to the door and pressed the doorbell.

He stood there waiting for a few moments before the door opened, fidgeting anxiously. As he heard footsteps approaching and the door being unlocked, a thought suddenly struck him. How should he address Mitchell? Maybe it would be best to call him Master from the beginning. Then again, the panther might prefer to wait until Michael had been collared again…

He still wasn’t sure by the time the door opened. He was about to say a simple hello to Mitchell before he realised that the fur answering the door wasn’t Mitchell.

Standing in the doorway was a huge semi-naked German Shepard. He was wearing only a skin-tight blue spandex thong and a black leather collar with metal spikes around his neck.

“Err… hello…” Michael said. “I…”

“Are you Michael?” The massive canine asked.

The lion frowned. “Yes.”

“I have been told to expect you, Sir.” The dog said, bowing to him, standing aside. “Please come in.”

Michael entered apprehensively, wondering what was going on here. Who was this guy? Had Mitchell found himself a new slave in the past few days? Maybe he should just leave now to save embarrassment…

The German Shepard closed the door and turned to Michael. “My name is Daniel, Sir. Please come this way.”

The statuesque dog led Michael into the living room. “Master Mitchell is not here right now.” He explained to the nervous young lion. “Before Sir left, Sir commanded me to wait for you to arrive and then show you in and to tell you that he would be back soon. I was also ordered to show you the utmost respect until Sir returns, and to make you comfortable, and do anything that you may require of me.”

Daniel fell to his knees in front of Michael. “Is there anything I can do for you, Sir? You only have to ask.”

“There must be some mistake.” Michael stammered. “I don’t think you should be calling me ‘Sir’…”

“You are correct, Sir.” Daniel said, in his smooth, gentle voice. “Under normal circumstances, I would not be addressing you in such a way. But I have been given instructions that you are not a lowly slave like myself until Master Mitchell places his collar around your neck.”

Michael remembered the collar from last time. He was already looking forward to wearing it again.

“Umm…” Michael wasn’t sure what to say next. This whole situation definitely wasn’t what he’d been expecting when he got here. “If you don’t mind me asking, who are you exactly?”

“As I said, Sir, my name is Daniel.” The muscle-bound dog replied. “I am a slave, owned by Master Zachary. Although, for the duration of this weekend, I am on loan to my Master’s friend, Master Mitchell.”

“On loan?”

“Yes, Sir.” The Alsatian said, as if this were completely normal.

“Why?” Michael wanted to know.

Daniel frowned and looked a little surprised. “I am just a slave, Sir. It is not my place to question the motives of my Master and my Master’s friend. However, I am able to tell you that from what was said between Master Mitchell and Master Zachary, I got the impression that Master Mitchell wanted to show a potential slave someone who had been a slave for many years.”

Michael had to admit that Daniel was attractive, a beautiful muscle-bound specimen of a canine. He had some handsome, rugged good looks and piercing eyes. The lion’s dick was stirring in his jeans just looking at the dog’s huge rippling muscles. But he was finding the constant submissive attitude a bit unsettling. He decided to sit down on the nearest sofa.

“Is there anything you want, Sir?” Daniel asked again.

This was still a bit strange to Michael, someone being so ready and willing to obey and serve him. “Well, I’m a little thirsty…” He said.

The dog was on his feet in an instant. “Of course, Sir. What would you like to drink?”

“Uh… just a glass of water will be fine.” Michael told him.

“Yes, Sir.” Daniel bowed and was gone, headed for the kitchen.

A minute later, he came back, carrying a tall glass of water on a tray. The canine bowed, offering the glass to the lion. As Michael picked it up and took a sip, the Alsatian quickly returned the tray to the kitchen before going back to kneeling in front of him.

“Do you have to kneel?” Michael asked, putting down the glass of water on the small table beside the sofa. “It’s sort of creeping me out. You could say that I’m a slave myself. This doesn’t feel right.”

“I can understand, Sir.” Daniel replied, sympathetically. “But it is the way I have been trained. I kneel as a mark of respect. If you’d prefer that I not, you can order me…”

“Then I order you not to kneel.” Said Michael, quickly.

The beefy Alsatian got to his feet and stood to attention before Michael, with his hands behind his back, muscles tensed.

“Is this better, Sir?” Said Daniel. He seemed to notice from the lion’s expression that it wasn’t. “Please understand, Sir, that I have been commanded to show you the utmost respect. As such, I require your permission before I do anything. Otherwise, I will kneel, or stand as you may prefer, until I am commanded otherwise. It is a show of subservience. It is the way I have been trained.”

“In that case,” Michael said. “I give you permission to sit on this sofa with me.” After a moments thought, he added. “And you may speak freely with me. No more calling me ‘Sir’.”

Daniel smiled and nodded. “As you wish.” He sat on the sofa beside Michael, shifting about uncomfortably where he sat. “I must admit, this feels strange. These days, I’m much more used to being on my knees than sitting like this. I am not normally allowed on the furniture.”

Michael was unsure how to talk to this powerfully built canine with the utterly submissive personality. “So… umm… you been a slave long?”

The Alsatian nodded. “Yes, I have been Master Zachary’s slave and property for five years, living in his home and serving him.

“Wow.” Said a surprised Michael. “Five years. That’s a long time. And you…  like the life of a slave?”

“Oh yes, of course.” Daniel grinned enthusiastically. “Given a choice, I wouldn’t go back to my life before.”

“But five years?” Michael was still having trouble getting his head around that. “That’s a long time to spend just being told what to do all the time.”

The muscular dog beside him frowned. “I don’t think you understand. It is more than that.”

“Really?” Michael asked. “Then could you please explain it to me?” This was an excellent opportunity to learn from a more experienced slave.

Daniel thought about it, trying to think of the best way to explain. “A good Master and slave relationship is not merely about the Master telling the slave what to do the whole time. It’s based on love.”

He paused for a moment before going on. “The slave loves the Master so much that he is willing to hand over control of his life and devote himself totally to serving and pleasing the Master. Everything the slave does is to make his Master happy, and a large part of that does come through submitting to him and obeying him without question.”

Michael was taking all this in thoughtfully as Daniel went on. “But in return, the Master loves the slave, and shows it by caring for him and making sure he is healthy and happy. A good Master loves his slave and never takes advantage of the control the slave has given up to him.”

“I didn’t really think about it like that before…” Michael mumbled.

“I probably didn’t explain it too well.” Daniel was quick to add. “That’s just the way I see things. My Master could probably explain it a whole lot better. I just know that being submissive and a slave is in my nature. It’s who I am.”

“You did fine.” The lion assured him. “It’s actually sort of interesting to hear the opinion of another slave. One who’s more experienced.”

“I take it you’re considering being Master Mitchell’s slave?” Said Daniel. He seemed to relaxing more now.

Michael nodded. “Yeah. I spent a night as his slave during the week, to sort of try it out. I enjoyed it a lot, it was fun, but I’m still uncertain about becoming a slave permanently. It’s a very big step.”

“I can understand.” Said the muscular canine beside him, nodding. “I’ve been there, years ago. I know how daunting a prospect the whole thing can be. But sticking with it was the best thing I ever did. I didn’t find Master Zachary right away, I was the slave to a few other Master’s first, but when my Master found me and we fell in love, I knew I wanted to devote myself to him completely.”

“So you’d advise I stick with it?” Asked the lion.

“I wasn’t advising anything.” Daniel was quick to add. “What you do is up to you. But sticking with it worked for me. It’s hard to explain. If you find a Master that you love with all your heart, at that point perhaps you should consider giving yourself up to him, submitting completely to him.”

“I don’t know if I could go that far.” Said Michael.

“Think about it.” Daniel went on. “You would give up all control of your life to your Master, let him train and mould you into the slave he wants you to be. Yes, occasionally your Master will get strict with you, but it would only be out of love, to make you into a better slave, so that you are able to serve him better.”

“That does sound appealing in a way, I suppose.” Michael mused.

“If you are seriously considering being Master Mitchell’s slave,” the Alsatian continued, “I can tell you that I have had the honour of serving him on occasion before. Believe me when I say you could do a lot worse.”

Michael frowned. “You’ve had some bad experiences then?”

“Very bad.” Daniel said, simply. “But please don’t ask any further, I’m sorry but I’m just not… comfortable talking about it. If you decide to order me to tell you, I will, but I’d be grateful if you didn’t.”

“Okay, I won’t ask.” Michael said, thoughtfully. He didn’t really want to push things with the muscle-bound dog.

The Alsatian noticed the expression on the young lion’s face and suddenly felt the need to reassure him. “But please don’t let what happened to me put you off the life of a slave completely. I’m certain that you can trust Master Mitchell. My Master would not have entrusted me to Sir if my Master had any doubts about Sir.”

“Yeah…” Michael still wasn’t sure.

“And it’s not as if being a slave means you can’t be anything else.” Daniel went on. “Master’s don’t normally want their slaves to be mindless zombies. For example, my Master permits me to be a bodybuilder.”

“You’re a bodybuilder?” Michael frowned.

The huge canine flashed a smile and flexed a bicep. “You mean you can’t tell?” He smiled.

“Well, of course I noticed all those big beautiful muscles you’ve got there.” Said Michael. “But I mean… how does that work, with you being a full time slave as well?”

“My Master knew I had an interest in bodybuilding when we met.” Daniel explained. “It was an interest he shared. Since I became his slave, he has been training me, building me up, and entering me in bodybuilding competitions. I enjoy it because doing well makes Master Zachary very proud of me, which in turn makes me happy.”

“Well, he’s been doing a very good job of building you up.” Said Michael, casting an admiring eye once more across Daniel’s impressive physique.

“When I do especially well.” The dog grinned. “My Master rewards me. He rewards me a LOT.”

I wonder what his Master does when he doesn’t do well, Michael thought idly.

Daniel suddenly noticed Michael gazing at his muscles. “I take it you like what you see?”

“I like it a lot.” Michael nodded, appreciatively.

“Then maybe I should remind you that I am under orders.” Daniel smiled. “Master Mitchell was very specific. I am to make you comfortable and do whatever you want me to. Is there anything you want me to do?”

Michael thought about it. A handsome and muscular German Shepard willing to do whatever he wanted? He supposed in some ways it could be fun…

“Is there anything you’d suggest?” Asked the lion.

Daniel shrugged. “I’m not usually required to offer suggestions. But I am capable of giving a relaxing massage. Or perhaps you might like to massage my ‘big beautiful muscles’ as you described them. If you want, I can clean your feet with my tongue, my Master always likes me doing that. Or…”

Michael cut him off. “I don’t really want to do anything too… involved. You’re involved with someone; I’m sort of involved with Mitchell. I don’t think I’d be comfortable…”

“You do realise it’s likely that Master Mitchell will have us becoming very intimate at several times this weekend?” Daniel pointed out. “It is not uncommon for slaves to be commanded to fuck and be fucked by each other.”

“Yeah, but that’s different.” Said Michael. “That’ll be us serving a Master, not deciding to do it ourselves.”

“I suppose you’re right.” Said Daniel.

It was at that moment they heard a car pulling into the driveway outside. They were both on their feet in an instant. Daniel scampered across to the window and looked out.

“Master Mitchell is back.” The dog said, happy at the prospect of getting back to serving a proper Master.

The German Shepard headed out to the hall to meet him, Michael following. He arrived in the hall to find that Daniel had already opened the front door and stood there as Mitchell pulled his car to a halt and got out.

“Welcome home, Sir.” Daniel beamed, bowing to him.

The well-built Black Panther strolled up to the door. He noticed Michael standing in the hallway behind Daniel and his face broke into an enormous grin.

“Daniel.” Said Mitchell, handing the canine his keys. “There are some bags of shopping in my car. Take them into the kitchen.”

“Of course, Sir.” Daniel nodded, rushing outside to obey.

Mitchell focused his attention on Michael. He walked over to him and wrapped his thick arms around him, giving him a huge hug.

“You know,” he said. “I’ve actually missed you the past few days.”

“Me too.” Said Michael, returning the hug. “Master.”

The panther chuckled. “If you’re going to be calling me that already, maybe you should be on your knees.”

“Do you want me to kneel, Master?” Michael asked, earnestly.

“I was joking, Michael.” Mitchell assured him. “I wasn’t expecting you to be addressing me like that until I got you collared.”

With an arm around the lion’s shoulders, Mitchell guided him into the living room. The panther stripped off his jacket and tossed it over a chair. He was wearing jeans, black leather boots and a figure-hugging white t-shirt, showing off his muscles. Michael was almost drooling looking at him. He was just as handsome and sexy as the moment they’d first met.

The panther sat himself down on the sofa and motioned for Michael to join him. The lion didn’t hesitate to do so; sitting and snuggling up against Mitchell, letting the panther’s arms hug him close.

“So what do you think of Daniel?” Mitchell asked.

“He’s nice.” Michael replied. “It was a surprise to find him here.”

“I was hoping it would be.” Mitchell smiled. “I thought it might be good for you to see an experienced full time slave in action, give you a better idea of what a slave’s life is really like. And believe me, you’re REALLY going to see him in action this weekend.”

“And he was interesting to talk to.” Said Michael. “To get a slave’s perspective on things.”

“I thought that might be the case.” Said Mitchell. “But I’m curious. I did order him to obey you while I wasn’t here. Did you take advantage of that? Did you behave yourself with him?”

“I wouldn’t have felt comfortable doing anything with him.” Michael admitted. “It sounds silly, but we’re sort of involved and it would have felt sort of like cheating on you.”

The muscular panther chuckled and kissed him. “That’s really sweet of you. But I really wouldn’t have minded you indulging yourself.”

“But I still wouldn’t have been comfortable with it.” Said Michael. “To be honest, having someone so willing to obey and serve me like that was kind of unsettling.”

“Well, being a Master isn’t for everyone.” Mitchell shrugged. “And speaking of being a Master, let’s get down to business. I think the rules from last time will do for now. Once you get my collar on, you will be my slave until I remove it on Sunday.”

Michael nodded. “Okay.”

“But since we’re probably going to go further than we did last time, I think we should add a new rule.” Said Mitchell. “I want you to think of a safety word. If at any time things get too much or too intense for you, all you’ll have to do is say that word and we’ll stop.”

“Any word?” Said Michael.

“Preferably something unusual,” Mitchell explained, “something that would seem completely out of place if you suddenly said it if we were in the middle of some Master/slave thing. Even if I have commanded you not to speak, saying this word to stop a situation that has become too intense for you is the only time I will allow you to disobey.”

“I understand, Master.” Michael nodded. He had read a little about safety words on that web site he’d visited.

“Although I would advise that you don’t use it too often.” Mitchell said. “Since it shows a lack of trust in your Master. Only use it if you really have to.”

Michael thought about this as Mitchell got up and headed to the cabinet in the corner. The panther pulled out a leather collar that Michael recognised it as the same one he’d worn before. It was black leather with metal studs, complete with a padlock.

“Ready to be mine again?” Mitchell asked, approaching the lion.

Michael nodded enthusiastically. “Yes, Master!”

“Remember,” Mitchell told him, an edge of seriousness creeping into his voice. “This time, it will not be an introduction. I will punish mistakes and discipline you as I see fit. You will be expected to obey without question or hesitation. Understand?”

“Yes, my Master.” Said Michael, hoping that he was ready for this. It was too late to back out now. Time to just go for it.

The panther sat down beside him again. He reached forward to attach the collar around Michael’s neck, brushing aside his mane…

“Bow tie.” Said Michael, suddenly.

Mitchell stopped “What?”

“It just popped into my head.” Michael explained. “The safety word you wanted me to choose.”

“Okay.” Mitchell chuckled. “That’ll be your word for when…”

At that moment, Daniel returned. He entered the room and fell to his knees in front of Mitchell, his head bowed slightly. He held up a hand with Mitchell’s keys.

“I have fulfilled your instructions, Sir.” He said.

Mitchell took his keys from him and dumped them on a small table beside the sofa. He patted the Alsatian on the head. “Good, pup.”

Michael watched Daniel carefully as the panther patted him, noticing the look of contentment on the dog’s face. He really liked serving.

“I think you’ve been clothed long enough, pup.” Said Mitchell. “On your feet.”

“Yes, Sir.” Daniel was standing a second later.

Mitchell turned to Michael. “I only had him wear something,” he explained, “because I didn’t think it would be a good idea for neighbours or passers by to see a naked canine answering my door.”

“But now that’s done.” Mitchell returned his attention to Daniel. “Off with the thong, pup.”

The muscle-bound dog pulled off his shorts, unleashing the dog’s thick cock, which hung there limply between his legs.

“What would you like me to do with it, Sir?” Daniel asked, once he’d stripped.

“Just drop it, pup.” Mitchell told him.

The dog dropped them and stood there, waiting for further instructions, as Mitchell ignored him for the moment to get back to Michael.

“Right.” He said. “Where were we? Oh yes, I was just about to collar you for the weekend.”

Mitchell brushed aside Michael’s mane and slipped the leather collar on around his neck. The feel of the leather against the lion’s neck was very welcome.

There was a click as the padlock was locked closed.

“There you are.” Mitchell sat back. “On your feet, slave!”

The sudden command took Michael a little off guard, but he quickly scrambled to obey, standing up.

“Well,” the Black Panther sat watching Daniel and Michael, “two slaves at my disposal and a whole weekend ahead. But, first off, for the duration of this weekend, to avoid confusion, I will be addressing Michael as slave, and Daniel as Pup.”

“Of course, Sir.” Daniel said, as he and Michael nodded their understanding.

“And slave,” Mitchell said to Michael, “you should be aware that as Daniel here is the more experienced slave, he technically ‘outranks’ you. In any situation this weekend where I am not present, you are to consider him your superior, and treat him with appropriate respect. If at that time you’re not certain what would count as ‘appropriate respect’, you have my permission to ask him. Is that clear?”

When and if such a situation came up, Michael expected it to somewhat strange, since the hunk of a canine had been all respectful and obedient to him not long ago. A part of him now regretted not taking the opportunity to command Daniel when he’d had the chance.

Michael bowed his head, aping a gesture he’d noticed Daniel using now and again. “Yes, Master, I fully understand.”

“Now.” Said Mitchell. “What shall I do with you two?”

His eyes stopped on Michael. “First, let’s get you looking more like a slave. Strip!”

Michael got to it, peeling off his shirt and jeans. “What shall I do with my clothes, Master?”

“Fold them neatly and hand them to Pup.” Mitchell ordered him.

The lion did as he was told, folding each item of clothing as he removed it and handing it to the waiting German Shepard. Mitchell seemed to be enjoying watching him strip.

When he was finished, Mitchell grabbed his keys and stood up, motioning for Daniel to pick up his thong as well and follow. The dog trailed obediently after the panther as they headed to a cabinet in the corner. Mitchell had the hulking canine put the clothes inside and then locked it with one of his keys.

“There.” He said, slipping the keys into a pocket. “You’ll get them back when you’re about to go on Sunday. If you wear anything this weekend, it will be something belonging to me that I have decided you are going to wear.”

“Yes, Master.” Michael nodded.

The beautiful Black Panther returned to the sofa with Daniel in tow and sat down again.

“Pup.” Mitchell said, sternly, with a snap of his fingers. “Left boot. slave, right boot.”

Michael remembered the signal. His Master wanted him to lick his feet. Daniel was already getting down on all fours in front of Mitchell’s left foot.

The lion stepped forward, trying not to hesitate. He’d done this before, but not when his Master was wearing boots.

“This’ll be your first taste of boot, cub.” Mitchell smiled, watching the look on Michael’s face. “And it won’t be your last. So get to it and get used to it. Just show the boot the same attention you’d show my bare foot.”

“As you command, Master.” Michael gulped and got down on his hands and knees.

He glanced to Daniel. The dog was really going at it, his tongue slobbering across Mitchell’s left boot, methodically cleaning the leather. He seemed to be enjoying himself immensely.

Michael got to work; starting out with a tentative lick of the boot his Master wanted him to taste. It wasn’t too bad and so he licked at it again. And then again. He closed his eyes as he got into it, doing his best to imagine that it was Mitchell’s foot he was cleaning with his tongue, but the taste made it difficult. Michael hoped he would get used to the taste of leather sometime soon.

“Enough!” Mitchell barked, after a while. “Up on your feet again, both of you!”

“Yes, Master.” The lion and the Alsatian said, almost in unison. The two slaves obeyed, leaping to their feet. Daniel stood to attention and Michael decided it would be a good idea for him to do the same. He puffed himself up as much as he could and stood there, hands behind his back, waiting for further commands. He was dwarfed by the huge dog beside him. he fought back feelings of inadequacy.

“Now,” Said Mitchell, “I feel the need to rest my feet on something. Pup?”

The muscular German Shepard seemed to understand straight away. “Yes, Sir.”

The canine got down on his hands and knees in front of the sofa and Mitchell rested his booted feet across Daniel’s broad back. The dog took the weight the panther placed on him as if not even noticing it was there.

“Watch and learn, slave.” Mitchell addressed Michael, essentially ignoring his new footrest. “As I said last time you were here, there is more to being a slave than just being your Master’s fuck toy. You will be called upon to serve your Master in any way he may require. Be it carrying in shopping, acting as a foot rest, or any number of other chores.”

“I understand, Master.” Said Michael.

“Let’s see if you do.” Mitchell smiled at him. He removed his feet from Daniel’s back. “Up, pup. slave, your turn.”

Daniel stood and moved aside. Michael nervously stepped forward and got down on his hands and knees in front of his Master.

“Just relax a little, slave.” Said Mitchell, noticing the lion’s worried look. “When obeying, focus on what you have been ordered to do. Block out everything else.”

Michael nodded mutely and braced himself as Mitchell placed his feet on his back.

The feet were heavier than Michael had expected, but the lion took the weight gladly. He wanted to do this well; he wanted to be a good slave to his Master.

“That’s very good.” Mitchell said, watching him closely. “Stay still and focused on being my foot rest.”

“Yes, Master.” Michael replied.

Twenty minutes passed. Mitchell spent the time simply relaxing on the sofa. He sent Daniel to fetch him his newspaper and reading glasses from the kitchen at one point, and started reading, almost seeming to forget the two slaves were there and that one of them was serving as his footrest. Beyond getting Mitchell’s paper, Daniel spent the time simply standing to one side, watching and waiting for more orders.

Michael’s arms were starting to tire and ache, the weight on his back feeling gradually heavier. But he was determined to stay as he was until Mitchell decided otherwise. He suspected that maybe the panther was testing him to see how long he could last.

Suddenly, Mitchell closed and folded his paper, putting it to one side. “I think maybe we should test your focus, slave.” He said. “See how well you handle a distraction. Pup, get down under this slave and go to work on his cock. Lick, but don’t suck.”

Michael balked as he heard this. He was sure he’d be able to last like this, but he wasn’t so sure how he’d do with the hunky canine licking at his dick.

“Yes, Sir.” Daniel set about obeying the command. He lay down on his back and slid himself under the young lion.

It wasn’t long before Michael felt the dog’s powerful tongue licking at his cock. He shuddered a little, a wave of excitement washing over him. But he steadied himself, focusing on the impossible task of not letting it distract him.

Daniel kept on working, and he was good. Michael supposed that having spent five years as a slave, he’d had plenty of opportunity to practice taking care of a male’s cock.

It took the canine less than a minute to work the lion’s cock into a full erection, despite Michael’s best attempts to resist getting aroused. After that, Daniel kept on gently licking at its head. Each lick brought forth a small gasp from Michael.

The lion closed his eyes, trying desperately to think the unsexiest thoughts his mind could come up with and failing completely. Every time he tried, Daniel’s tongue would once again sweep over his engorged cock and he’d lose his concentration.

“I hope you’re not thinking about cumming, slave.” Mitchell said, watching the look on Michael’s face. “Remember, you do not have permission. Control yourself.”

“Yes… Master…” Michael said, between gasps of delight.

“Don’t worry, slave.” Mitchell said, his voice soothing. “I don’t expect you to hold out for a long length of time. You’re simply not trained yet. But I do expect you to be able to hold back for at short time, at least.”

This went on for several minutes, Michael doing his best to support Mitchell’s feet and keep himself from cumming.

But then he just couldn’t hold it in any longer. He’d done his best and every fibre of his being was hoping it was enough. He came, shooting his load all over Daniel’s muzzle with a groan.

Mitchell was standing up an instant. “On your feet, slave!”

His cock still dripping, Michael got up. “Master, I’m sorry, I…” The young lion stammered.

“Silence!” The panther growled. “You will not speak again until I give you permission!”

Michael fell silent at the command, standing there in despair. He had disappointed Mitchell, his Master, made him angry. He felt terrible. Would the panther decide he wasn’t a suitable slave? Would he kick him out? Tell him never to come back?

“Pup!” Mitchell said, staring in anger at his lion slave as he spoke. “Get up!”

The muscular dog stood; licking Michael’s cum from his muzzle as he did so. “Yes, Sir.” He said.

The Black Panther headed over to a cupboard and pulled out a metal chain leash. He tossed it to Daniel.

“Leash this slave and take him down to my dungeon.” Mitchell commanded. “Get him into some leather cuffs. Then chain the cuffs to a ceiling hook. I’ll be joining you shortly.”

The panther glared at Michael. “It’s time my new slave learned the price of disappointing his Master.”

Daniel nodded. “Yes, Sir.” The Alsatian clipped the leash onto Michael’s collar.

Anxiousness gripped Michael as he dropped to all fours, just as he’d been taught during his last visit to Mitchell’s home. The lion allowed himself to be led out of the room by Daniel, scrambling to keep up with the muscular canine’s quick pace, so as not to fall behind. He had already disappointed Mitchell by failing to hold back his cum; he didn’t want to make things worse by failing to behave on a leash the way he’d been taught to.

Even as inexperienced as Michael was, he knew what was going to happen next.

He was going to be punished…

To Be Continued...