Mmmm, as a fur with a bondage kink, that looks like so much fun.

He waited.

Tension. Fear. Worry.

Will he please his Master? Will he be enough to satisfy the needs, the cravings the urges? Will it be enough?

Alone, to think, to await Master's pleasure, alone, in a small, warm room, warm enough to feel no chill, warm enough to loosen the fur and free the scents. Tail low, arms bound behind, and ordered to make no sound, he waited. He waited in the dark, just enough light that he could see movement behind the door, just enough light that he couldn't hide in his imagination, and hide from the weight of the collar on his throat.

Would he be enough? Could he obey better, and avoid the sting of the whip? Did his Master love him?

Worry. Fear. Tension.

He waited.

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His eyes tell the story. They are the best part.