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This story was written for Handofblades as part of my Patreon request days for September. It contains BDSM related romance and M/F sex involving consenting adults. :3

After

The pup sat perfectly still as his mistress removed his ball-gag, not a single whine slipping from his muzzle as he closed his jaws together for the first time in hours, a few final strands of drool running down his chin before he could finally swallow. With that thick black rubber gag gone, he knew his mask could now be removed. Sure enough gentle hands began to unfasten the leather thong ties holding it tightly in place at the rear of the hyena's head, and soon he was blinking in almost agonisingly bright light, watching as the latex hood that had kept all his senses muted was cast aside, able to blink his eyes in the thankfully dim light of the bedroom and able to hear his mistress' words even without her having to raise her voice commandingly.

"You did so well."

He blushed, but didn't say anything. The pup didn't move even though the restraints had already been removed, now only the leather cuffs themselves wrapped around his ankles and wrists remaining. The hyena sat perfectly still upon the edge of the bed to which he had been guided just a few minutes ago, staring across the room at the metal framed chair to which he had been bound for much of the evening. On the floor by the chair he could see stains and fresher streaks of white against the carpet. His own seed where it had been spilled by his mistress' command. The pup could see blood, just a few flecks glistening upon the metal of the chair itself, feeling his shoulders give a twinge of pain as he was reminded of the feeling of the lioness' claws digging deep into them.

The hyena flinched slightly, gasping, then whimpering with apologetic nervousness, as a hand landed softly upon his upper right thigh. He looked guiltily towards the source of the touch, shuddering as he saw his mistress staring at him with concern.

"Hey, c'mon now. We're done for the night. Don't make me say it."

She leaned in. She took the pup's face in her hands oh so delicately, and kissed him between the eyes. As the lioness withdrew however she could still feel the tension in his entire body. Hell, it was so prominent she could see it. She kissed him again, mewling tenderly as she licked him on the side of his nose.

"Black Forest Gateau. C'mon, Jonah. I'm not mistress any more. I'm me. I'm your Daisy. And you aren't my pup. You're my boyfriend. My Jonah."

He blinked. The pup... no. Not the pup. Jonah blinked, and he whimpered. He let slip a deep, desperate whimper without fear of being chided or disciplined for whining out of turn. He moved, lifting his hands from his lap and raising them, trembling slightly, towards where Daisy sat in her black latex and metal rings. Looking so much like the mistress who had dominated and demeaned him so deliciously and roughly for the last few hours, but not acting like her. Because... she wasn't her. He knew that. Of course he did. That was just a role she was playing. A game. One that required immense trust, immense strength and honesty from them both, sure. But a game nonetheless. They weren't mistress and pup normally, no matter how tempting it was at times for Jonah to slip into his role or allow Daisy to take on hers. They were partners. Lovers. Equals.

Together they rose from the bed, and Jonah helped Daisy out of her outfit. She moaned as he pulled down her latex panties, and giggled as Jonah leaned in to kiss her upon one plump cheek of her sandy furred ass. In return she unfastened his cuffs, both of them soon standing naked face to face, falling into a tender hug as their noses rubbed together and their tongues teased at their partner's lips.

"A-ah..."

Jonah gasped as his lover's fingers roamed up his back and shoulders, accidentally crossing one of the cuts she had opened up in his skin with her claws. Her eyes widened, face wracked with guilt. He shook his head, smiling.

"It's okay. I loved it. I... I still do."

She blushed, she kissed his face again, then his neck, then slowly circled around the hyena kissing him all over his neck and shoulders until finally she kissed and ran her tongue over that wound in his flesh.

"C'mon..."

Daisy murmured, pushing Jonah from behind towards the adjoining bathroom.

"...let's get cleaned up."

A few minutes later the pair stood in a steamy shower together, Jonah standing with his eyes closed and hands clenched by his sides, gasping as Daisy dabbed at the scratches down his back with antiseptic soaked cotton. A minute after that he was on his knees, Daisy blushing, moaning as he slipped a wash-cloth between her legs, cleansing from the fur around her nether regions the sticky strands of their intermingled fluids from their earlier fun. He grinned up at her as she shivered and tried not to react quite so erotically to his genuinely innocent touches, but soon she was moaning again as the wash-cloth fell away but his fingers remained far less innocently. The lioness gasped and cried out as her lover's thumb grazed her clit in firm circles, and she mewled in ever growing lust as she felt his mouth begin to lavish kisses up the length of her quivering left thigh, higher and higher, ever closer to her once more aching nether regions.

She was so tempted to bury her hands in his hair, grab tightly, and drag him to where he was teasingly headed right there and then. To push him to the ground of the cubicle and sit down upon his face. To ride him until he was gurgling, nearly drowning in the floods of her ejaculate like the good little slut he was. But, she didn't. Indeed she caressed his face oh so tenderly as he grew close to pressing his muzzle to her pussy, but stopped him before he could.

"You don't have to do that, Jo. I... I'm just me. I don't expect anything. I d-don't... ah... oh, Jonah..."

The lioness gasped as she felt the hyena's hands grasp at her own, pulling them away from his face and allowing him to finally delve between the lips of her pussy with his rough, oh so talented tongue. They always joked that the reason Daisy made Jonah wear a ball gag so much of the time when they were playing together was because if she didn't she wouldn't be able to resist just riding his muzzle for hours on end. They also both knew that in many ways, that wasn't much of a joke at all.

Jonah pulled back from his girlfriend's pussy after a few lavish strokes of his tongue between her lips and across the swollen surface of her clit. He grinned up at her, growling playfully.

"I know you're you, Daisy. But... I don't need to be your sub to want to eat you out. Right?"

Daisy shuddered from head to toe. She nodded, and opened her muzzle to give a bashful answer. Before she could though Jonah's muzzle got back to work, and that answer escaped her in the form of a joyous, pleasure-stricken yowl.

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"I love you."

With a towel laid out upon the bed, Daisy's still dripping wet body fell back across its length as she moaned to the man of her dreams. Jonah crawled up over her. He kissed her belly. Her chest. He nuzzled playfully between her breasts, then kissed her deeply on the lips as one of his hands guided his eager cock into position between the lioness' legs.

"I love you too."

His voice was so ragged, so strained with unabashed joy and emotion as he spoke, and as a mere fraction of a second later he began to press himself inside of her. The lioness' arms wrapped tightly around him as her legs did the same, but her claws remained sheathed as she clung to Jonah. He began to fuck her. Slow, deep thrusts as they panted and moaned into one another's faces, eyes locked desperately upon their lover's own, greedily drinking in every last expression of passion, of effort, of pleasure and pure, unfettered adoration.

They might already have spent hours that evening in a frenzy of lust together, but right now that didn't matter. It didn't count. That hadn't been them. Back then, through all the bondage and roughness and commands and strictly enforced submission, they had been mistress and pup. Nothing more, nothing less. But now, though every bit as devoted to the other's pleasure and enjoyment, they were different people entirely. Daisy moaned loudly, pleadingly, so glad to have her lover's weight resting over her and his thrusts driving into her, setting the pace, building a raging inferno of desire between her own legs. And Jonah growled, gasped, staring down into Daisy's beautiful face and giddy with the knowledge that she trusted him so completely. That she didn't need to speak, to command him to know that he would do everything in his power to make her feel good. To make her happy.

They kissed.

They clung together.

They bucked, rocked, drove their bodies against one another faster and faster as they shook in one another's fiercely intimate embrace.

Daisy screamed as she felt Jonah pouring himself into her, so hot, so deep, so good.

Jonah yelped as he felt Daisy clamp tight around his throbbing member, hot juices gushing over him as he eagerly gave her every drop, every last remaining drop of what the pup's mistress had already exacted from him as a toll earlier.

Blushing, panting, giggling and murmuring happily to one another they collapsed. They remained entwined with arms, legs and nether regions for as long as that contact would and could linger.

They smiled, and as they lay together in their warm afterglow, revelling in the unfathomable beauty of their lover's satisfied face, they spoke freely.

"Sorry for making you use the safe-words. I shouldn't have done that."

Jonah nuzzled warmly, yet apologetically against his partner's cheek. She sighed, stroking his face with the back of one hand.

"Thank you. I just... we shouldn't need safe words. The word no, the word stop, the sound of you pulling at your restraints if you're gagged, that's all we need. I trust you to tell me if you want things to be over. And... if I say we're done. If it's Daisy talking, not mistress? I want to know that you're able to respect that, even if ideally you'd want to be tied up and abused a little more."

The hyena nodded.

"I'll do better. I swear."

Daisy beamed, kissing him tenderly once more.

"I know. I trust you. And... if you want it a little rougher, s-so that when I'm ready to call it a night, you will be too? I... I have a few new ideas. Things I'd like to try."

The sound of the hyena's tail thumping loudly against the bedding soon reached the lioness' ears, and she giggled as his eyes widened in eager curiosity.

"Patience, pup."

She winked as his eyes widened a little more, and a nervous, submissive whine of pure glee escaped from deep in the back of Jonah's throat.

"Mistress will let you feel exactly what she has planned tomorrow evening. If you're good."

By Jeeves

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