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A Switch in Dimash 2

For Lorvianne

By Draconicon

Accompanied by his guide-slave - the dragoness introduced herself as Delana - Lorkos entered the Museum of the Collar. The front door was a circle rather than a rectangle, and it was impossible to pass through without feeling a sort of suction, as if one was passing through a portal between one world and another.

As soon as they stepped through, an automated voice cut in, impossible to ignore.

"_Welcome to the Museum of the Collar, Dimash's preeminent museum on the history and culture of the submissive. We ask that any dominants or switches refrain from attaching their leashes to collars within this building, saving only those that came in with a leash already attached. Many of our subs are working hard at maintaining the different exhibits, and much as they would be eager to serve, they have already been given a task.

"Thank you for your understanding and cooperation._

"

"Is that something that happens often?"

"Someone collaring a working sub, master?" Delana asked.

"Yeah."

"It happens more often than it should, though that is the reason that many businesses hire more than they need. It ensures that there's plenty of employees to get a task done if one is snared for the work of a specific dom."

The wolf nodded, looking around the lobby. He had to admit, he hadn't expected Dimash to be this...intense. Not that anyone around him was forcing anything, but the relaxed exactitude of dom and sub in the world was surprisingly low and high pressure at the same time. It felt as though he was both being shoved into line with the rest of the subs and pushed up on the same pedestal as the doms, and it was a very strange sort of feeling, like he was supposed to go in two directions at once.

Shaking his head, he gestured for her to take the lead, and they walked past the negotiating clusters of subs and doms at the ticket desk. He assumed that, as he had hired one of the guides, he was given free entrance, and that seemed to be correct. Certainly the security guard - a dom, since he lacked a collar - was willing to let them by, nodding them through.

Lorkos did his best to keep his attention on the museum rather than the bared blue butt just ahead of him. While Delana had a pair of pasties over her nipples and a piece of duct tape over her pussy, she had done nothing to cover her rump, and it was...well, lovely was an understated way of putting it. He couldn't help but watch as the swaying thing shifted from left to right, the natural curves moving and growing and shrinking as her weight shifted from one side to the other with every step.

Her tail being down was the one thing that made it easier, and he kept thanking any god in existence that she wasn't in the mood to be a tease. Having her tone down the seductive voice had helped, too.

I'm starting to see why she would have been a nympho, he thought, shaking his head. You come here, it'd be hard not to be...

They walked through a tunnel, almost like they were passing through a log. A voice in the distance - either a tour guide or another automated announcement - was giving some information, but Lorkos ignored it. Instead, he turned to his guide, tapping the dragoness on the shoulder.

"Is this place a history of all submission, or just here in Dimash?"

"I'm afraid just the history of submission here, master. To hold the history of all submission would be next to impossible, considering how many more subs there are than doms."

"Fair point on that one. So, what's up ahead?"

"The emergence of submission in our society, sir, as well as various legends of the first to submit."

"Huh. I would have thought you'd talk about the one that leashed you."

"Submission is given as a gift as much as it is taken by greater wills, master," she said, smiling. "There's little greater that one can offer."

Certainly not when it came to giving up something of your own, he supposed. He looked at the leash in his hand, and he still felt that it was a little unreal. Just him holding it meant that he had control over someone else, or at least, the capability of seizing control of someone else. It was a powerful responsibility, and he knew that there were far too many in the world that would abuse the hell out of it.

They emerged from the tunnel in a room themed around the caveman motif. There were various fossils, of course, including some that rivaled the whole 'missing link' exhibition in more 'normal' countries. There were old tools, too, but here, rather than bows and arrows, clubs and weapons, he found that there were old bands of animal hide, and primitive tags that showed a rough face or a distinguishing mark. A scar on a shoulder, or a favored weapon, at times.

It was rather fascinating, actually, thinking about how these people would have managed to link themselves to those that they served. They were far ahead of the curve, now that he put his thoughts to it. Most people wouldn't distinguish levels of authority like that until well into the start of feudalism and royalty, where people would start bearing the mark and pageantry of the lord that they served.

The fact that the Dimash people were doing this back in the caveman days was actually pretty darn impressive.

Delana led him through the exhibit, explaining how the collars were made, and how there were different designs based on different eras. There were even different models of collars that had long since fallen out of use, which she pointed out with some distaste.

"There was a time when our country experimented with war. There were men and women trained under different doms to take to the field and fight, and they were marked as such."

"Why are their collars, um, spiked?"

"One couldn't order around a soldier the same way that one could a normal sub, master. The conditioning and training was...markedly different."

"But to have the spikes going...in?"

"It was a bad time for our country, and one that we refuse to forget. A soldier sub was made to act in ways opposed to their nature for the 'good' of the country. A sub made to fight and overtake another, and to not only defeat and disarm them, but to collar them as a prisoner to keep them from threatening the country again.

"For a pure sub, one conditioned to obey and to submit, such training ran a risk. The collars were laced with a sedative, but it needed to be delivered quickly. A hard pull by the soldier sub's master could inject it before the soldier-sub in question could cause problems for themselves or their masters."

Delana shook her head, while Lorkos just winced at the thought of one of those collars around his neck. The idea of having the spikes jammed in to make sure that he didn't hurt someone was a rather...painful thought, if he was honest with himself. Even the occasional thought that he'd had about pain play had never gone that far.

But considering the way that Dimash worked, he could see why they would have had something like that. Every sub that he'd run across had embraced that role to an insane degree, pushing themselves to be as submissive and servile as they could be. If they were ever pushed to be more aggressive...

Talk about a psychological break, he thought, shuddering.

As the dragoness led him away from the spiked collars, he couldn't help but be fascinated by the whole place. There was something for everyone here, not merely for those that were submissive. He found himself curious about the other side of things, how it would feel to have someone take his own collar, if he ever found someone that he could trust.

Delana took him to the far side of the room, where an old stone carving rested behind glass. On it were two figures, one that knelt, and one that stood with one hand out.

"So, uh, what's this? Someone offering his services to another?"

"In a way, master. The one standing here," she said, pointing at the upright figure, "is the first of the official subs. Back in those days, a slave would pass through a number of trials to prove that they had the skills to call themselves a submissive. After all, a slave could be anyone that you captured and forced to their knees; a submissive is one that knows what they can do, and is willing to put it on offer for those that they trust.

"In this case, the first submissive went before one of the neighbors of our land, and delivered himself into their hands. The first submissive proved his skills as an underling, a subordinate, and asked that, in exchange for his eternal service, that the warlord give a pledge of protection to the people of Dimash."

"And that's the warlord?" he asked, pointing to the one kneeling. "That...doesn't make sense. Why would he be the one on his knees?"

"If you are given a gift, if you are overwhelmed, why would you be the one standing?"

"He was overwhelmed by a slave?"

"By a submissive, master. One properly trained can truly take one's breath away, particularly if they outclass the others that you have had under you before."

It seemed like a bit of a cop-out to him, that a submissive would be able to do all that, but if it was part of their history, he wasn't going to question it. It was, however, still fascinating to him, and he stored it away.

Out of the corner of his eye, Lorkos couldn't help but take in the other people in the museum. There were other tourists like him, easily picked out by the fact that they were staring at the near-naked guides that they'd picked out rather than at the exhibits. Then there were the subs that worked in the museum, the ones that were going from exhibit to exhibit, their heads down and collars exposed.

And then there was security. Wearing leashes that they wielded like quiet whips, there almost seemed to be one member of security per sub that was working on the exhibits. Every so often, he'd hear the 'click' whip sound of a leash being wielded, and he would turn to see a leash-tip hitting the floor, and a security guard pulling their own back. It was rather amusing, in a way.

Glad to see that they're still like the rest of the world. Nobody listens to the signs or the announcements.

Shaking his head, he both gestured for and allowed the blue dragoness to lead him through the rest of the museum. Whatever else he got out of this little trip, he knew one thing. He was going to know a lot more about how submissives viewed things at the end of this than he did when he started.

"...collared by the Master of the City. As a Harem Dom is the only one that is trained to handle so many subs in such a way, they are the ones that are essentially in charge of the different departments, albeit through a strange web of connection. The Harem Dom acts as trainer and secondary master to the subs of the different city department heads, which then rate the Master of the city on his or her performance. Provided that the Master of the city is doing well, then they maintain their positions. If not, they are removed, and a new one is sought for."

Lorkos's head was spinning from the complicated ins and outs of the dom/sub politics of Dimash. Some of it he was understanding; the Harem Dom ran the city, because a Harem Dom could work with multiple subs and knew how to keep an organization running rather than just a few different people. Due to the hierarchical nature of the city, it meant that the Harem Dom couldn't dominate the different departments directly, but they could dominate the subs of the department heads, which gave them a secondary power that allowed them to push and pull at how a department was run.

The department heads, in turn, had power over the departments, and were the ones that rated and elected the different heads of the city. If the Master of the City abused the subs of the different department heads, or pushed too hard, then they could find themselves removed post-haste, replaced with someone better.

It made...some sense, though it seemed roundabout and difficult. On the other hand, it was simple compared to some of the stuff that he'd tried to learn partway through the exhibit.

There had been so many things during the renaissance period, and then again in the Industrial Age. So many changes, so many things trying to stay the same, and so many little shifts in how subs were trained and quantified and qualified.

Good GOD how the standards changed...

Lorkos groaned as he sought out a seat in the lobby as they left the last exhibit, sitting down as soon as he found one. He groaned as he settled back, rolling his eyes and rubbing his face.

Mmmmph...

"Is there a problem, master?"

"Just a lot of information."

"Do you need a distraction?"

"Please!"

Lorkos groaned under his breath, still rubbing around his muzzle as his ears flattened against the top of his head. He wanted to just stop thinking about everything that he had just been half-made to learn, but it was all still burning and buzzing in his head. There was no way for him to stop thinking about it.

Zzzzzzzip.

Except maybe that.

The wolf pulled his hands away from his face just in time to see Delana pushing his legs apart, kneeling between them right there in the middle of the museum lobby. For all that he had imagined something like this would happen, the fact that it was happening in public was something that he just wasn't ready for.

His cheeks burned as Delana pulled the front of his underwear down, allowing his already-rising shaft to push out and bump against her cheek. She didn't seem bothered by it, either, as she nuzzled against the tip before slowly extending her long, forked tongue.

"Oh...my..."

"My master has asked for a distraction. I will give him that."

The first lick was almost electric in how pleasurable it was, forcing him to get harder, stiffer in record time. He curled his toes in his shoes, looking around the room to see if he was doing something wrong.

If anything, he seemed to be doing something right. Either there was no reaction, in the case of the locals, or there was a definite reaction in the case of the tourists. More than one of them stared at him, and he tried not to meet their eyes, tried to be confident as he held Delana's leash.

She opened her mouth, pulling the tip of his shaft inside, and he let out a long, slow hiss of pleasure as she worked his tip with the end of her tongue. It was so different than anything that he had expected, and having so many eyes on him was almost making it better. He could just...

He could pull her down, he realized, take it further. But should he?

Glancing down, he could see her looking back at him, waiting. She knew he could. Did she want him to?

No way to know without trying. Lorkos took the leash, and pulled.

The blue dragoness didn't stop him, didn't fight it. She just rolled her lips down his cock as he pulled her down it, not hesitating and not pushing, either. All she did was work with him, allowing him to go as deep as he wanted, swallowing slowly as he went along. His jaw clenched as he felt her go all the way to the base, swallowing around the tip of his cock as soon as it entered her throat.

"Mmmph...ah..."

"Ah, enjoying Delana...sir?"

The pause in the question almost made him wonder if the penguin that had waddled over was questioning his gender, but no. The bird had merely been looking between the wolf's neck and the leash in his hand. Lorkos smiled, even as he had to struggle to keep from panting as he answered.

"She's...very good."

"Yes, she is. A most eager worker here at the museum. I trust that she's given you a good education?"

"I am - ah - far more informed...more informed than I was when I came here."

"Splendid. I'll put a mark on her service record. Any comments?"

"Mmph."

"Besides on her oral work, of course."

"N-nothing besides - mmmph - she deserves a bonus."

"Very good, sir. I'll ensure that this is marked down on her file. Enjoy the rest of your day, sir."

He nodded, blushing still at the fact that he had just been interviewed while he was getting a blowjob. It was hard enough to keep from moaning, but -

Delana hummed around his cock, and suddenly, everything got that much harder to focus on. His cheeks burned hotter, and he pulled the leash even closer. Her mouth opened for him, and he pushed in a bit further, his cheeks on fire as he felt her throat clenching again and again on the head of his shaft. The vibrations of her tongue wrapped around the rest of it were driving him nuts.

And then, it was just too much.

With a grunt and a moan, he came, squirting down her throat. One, two, three squirts, each one a bit firmer than the last until he merely dribbled. She sucked, swallowed, and sucked once more before pulling back as he slackened his grip on the leash. The dragoness smiled, her voice dropping back to a soft, sultry tone.

"Mmmm, I hope that my master enjoyed my mouth. It is a gift to be able to receive his seed."

"Mmmph...not fair."

"Would the master care to take a second trip around the museum? I'm sure that he would learn much more, and I would be more than happy to give him another 'distraction' at the end of the trip..."

"...Tempting, but no."

Before she could say anything else, he unclicked the leash from her collar. Just like that, she stood up, all business once more, her pasties and duct tape shining as much as her scales.

"Then I will resume my post outside the museum, sir. May your day be well."

And with that, she walked away, and he was left staring at her behind as she left him. He barely remembered to pull his pants back on before standing up, and he was glad that he managed to do at least that much.

Walking out of the museum, he checked his phone clock. He'd used up about three hours in there, and he couldn't imagine most people taking three hours to have sex. By the time that he walked back to Dorbrica's place, he imagined that the guest would be long gone. She might not have finished her cleaning up, perhaps, but he had seen her naked through the window.

Though the difference between seeing her naked through the window and in person...

Lorkos didn't quite blush at that, but it was a near thing, and he rubbed the back of his head as the image of the naked bird-orca flashed through his head. Her curves were...generous, to put it mildly.

In a way, he was glad that she was a dom. The last thing he needed was the temptation to slap his leash around her collar. Though if it were the other way around...

The wolf slapped himself. No. That was not what he was here for. He was here to learn about the different cultures that made up Dimash, to see what it was like, to enjoy a little vacation. If that vacation happened to include sex, that was fine, but he wasn't here to just search it out.

So, he walked down the street from the museum plaza, making his way back to the park. There was no sign of the vixen and rat from earlier, but there were others having a bit of public play. He slowed as he walked around the edge of the park, unable to help taking a moment to look at them.

There was a doe that had a much younger stag between her legs, his collar tied to some bondage garter belts that kept him from pulling away from her. All she had to do was spread her legs a little, and it drew him close or pulled him back, depending on where he was.

There was a stingray at the edge of the park, one that had a bit of extra equipment between her legs, and he could see her with what...was that her...

No, no, no, no way that this place allows incest, too...

But if they weren't directly related, then the older woman and the younger man were definitely coincidentally similar looking. His cheeks burned a little as he turned away from watching her fucking the younger guy's ass.

Then...there was a mouse woman.

She was dressed in red, a dancing dress with a slit right up to her hips covering her in the way that such things did. Not much, but enough to comply with modesty. The wolf looked her over, glancing down at the ruby high-heels that she wore for footwear, and how she didn't have a leash so much as she had a whip. It was pulled tight in a loop at her hip, waiting to lash out at anyone that caught her interest, he imagined.

And the way that she was looking at him...

Oh boy...

Lorkos was rooted to the spot as the mouse pulled herself to her feet, her hips swaying as she marched towards him with a pace that was half-strut, half-predatory. He was a wolf, and he shouldn't have been concerned about a little mouse woman, but here he was, staring at her and rooted to the spot as she approached.

By the time that he got his legs working again, she'd already pulled her leash free. She twisted her wrist, and it flicked out to him.

Click.

Lorkos's eyes went wide, and he felt a strange thrill as the clicking of the leash sealed his face. A little tug was all that it took to pull him forward, the mouse woman dragging him in like a prize catch until she could drag his head down, one hand on his collar, the other stroking under his chin.

"My, my. A lovely little wolf, aren't you? Well-groomed, well cared for..."

She ran her hand down his side, and he felt a shiver run down his spine as he heard her gasp when she found his leash.

"Oooh, my my my...and a switch, for that matter. Mmm, now have I hit the jackpot or what..."

Her throaty chuckle, her stroking fingers, her general attitude had him blushing worse than the public blowjob had. Maybe it was the way that she had just taken charge without even trying, or maybe it was something about the way that she just wanted him. He didn't know. All that he knew was that this was hotter than it had any right to be.

"Tell me, wolf. What's your name?"

"Lorkos...Um, I mean. Lorkos, ma'am."

"Much better."

She smiled, giving him a little scratch behind the ears. Pet play wasn't something that he entirely felt into, but...it was nice.

Lorkos leaned into her a little bit, blushing slightly at being pulled down, but oddly feeling rather...comfortable. Not that he had been uncomfortable holding the leash, but it was different to give it up for a little while, to allow someone else to take control and just do what they wanted. It was freeing, but more than that...

It's...it's a release, he thought. There's no denying that.

For all that he understood the pride that the subs felt in the museum on the hill, he knew that there was also that underlying structure and release from having to push so hard if one was collared and led around. There were rules to follow, a structure to keep to, and that meant that you could relax. You could give in. You could be cared for, guided along, without as much effort on your part. The road was already paved to an extent; you just needed to follow it.

At least, if you didn't mind being closer to a slave than a submissive.

The mouse woman grabbed his collar, pulling him in a bit closer. They were nose to nose as she smiled at him, large ears flicking.

"Lorkos. Do you have any direct commands or appointments to receive them?"

"Um, only that I return to my host's apartment by evening, ma'am."

"Define evening, my little switch."

"Um...Five?"

"That will give me plenty of time. You're new to this, aren't you?"

"I, well, yes. Mistress."

"Ah, but a quick learner? Mmm, I am spoiled for choice tonight."

That soft laugh was still lovely, but not quite as lovely as the tickling fingers between his legs, the way that she stroked just under his sack, the way that she teased him into pushing his hips forward slightly.

"Then let me lay down your ground rules for the next two hours. I hold the leash; I claim your collar. As a result, I am Mistress or Mistress Rita until our time is up. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Mistress Rita," Lorkos said, nodding quickly.

"Mmm, don't worry. I'm not one that's too keen on the punishments. Merely on ensuring that you do as you're told. Listen to the rules, and you won't have to worry about being taught a lesson. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Mistress Rita."

"Very good. Don't forget the name. Now, what are your limitations?"

"I, uh, I haven't tested them yet, Mistress Rita."

"Have you had any experience under someone else?"

"Not yet, Mistress Rita."

"Oh ho ho ho. I leave the house in red, and what do I find but a virgin sub? Dear, oh dear, it seems I get the chance to pop your cherry tonight."

"Does, um...Mistress Rita, does that mean what I think it means?"

The mouse's small, mysterious smile was all the answer that he needed, and all the answer that he was going to get. His cheeks burned at the thought, but he knew that it was going to happen eventually. As a switch, he was going to get all kinds of experiences. He just...thought that they were going to be staggered out a bit more.

She released his collar, but tugged the leash, dragging him along through the park.

"My apartment is not far. Many enjoy a more public romp, but I must admit, I prefer to enjoy my privacy."

Well, at least exhibitionism wasn't going to be a two-fer for the day. Lorkos let out a long, slow breath of relief.

"And it means I get to use my own equipment, too."

"Equipment, Mistress?"

"Of course. I picked the bottom floor for a reason, after all."

"...Oh? Oh. Oh."

"Yes, but dear, you must remember the title."

"Sorry, Mistress."

"That's your one. I hope that you don't do it again. I'm not keen on punishing, but that doesn't mean I won't do it."

Of all the things that Lorkos had been expecting, Mistress Rita's dominance was not one of them. Porn had made it clear that femdoms were cruel, that they were there to demean their partners and break them down for the sake of humiliation. He had gone in expecting to find something different, admittedly, since they were in Dimash, but what he had gotten had defied even that.

He had expected humiliation; what he had gotten was an education.

He had expected roughness; what he'd received was firmness.

He had expected domination; what he got was guidance.

All of these things were so different, and even though he left the apartment with a slight limp from the paddling he received - Mistress Rita had made it very clear that she was not keen on him forgetting her title - and a bit of a silly walk from the pegging that he received partway through the evening, he almost wished that he could stay the night. The mouse woman...

That's how you dom someone.

The wolf still remembered how she'd guided him into the dungeon, a hand on his cheek and a soft stroke under his chin keeping him relaxed. She'd cooed him in, telling him how handsome he was, and how deserving he was of her attention. She'd guided him to a stand of sorts, had him strip down.

Her attention to his cock had been teasing, complimentary, but leaving no doubt who was in charge. Her slender fingers had teased him back to erection as easily as Delana's voice had done, stroking with nothing more than her fingertips until he was as hard as he could get. She'd stroked his cheek with the end of her leash, guiding him forward, her fingers pinching around the base of his cock until he'd been made to slide right into the breeding stud stand. The fleshlight was tight around his cock, and -

"Mmmph..."

Lorkos was still stiff and sore from how hard she had used him, how much she had made him cum. She'd worked him over until he felt he had nothing left, then told him how much it would mean to her if he could find that little bit more.

Manipulative mistress, he thought, grunting as he pulled his leash out a bit more firmly, holding it in hand to keep anybody from thinking that it would be a good idea to collar him again right then. The last thing that he needed was to keep him from getting back to Dorbrica, particularly as tired as he was right then.

Tired, but, admittedly, satisfied. He had never expected a session as a sub to go that well, or that pleasurably. He thought that it would have been something to attempt and then move on from, particularly from a femdom. Now that he knew that it was that fun...

Well, he might have to look her up again. Or see if Dorbrica knew anybody else that was good at that.

He trudged along past the park, which was emptier now that the sun was starting to go down. He didn't know if Dimash had a problem with criminals at night, but he didn't want to be out on the street, anyway. It had been a long day, and he really wanted to get back, have some food, and relax.

Eventually, he managed to find his way back to Maritime Lanes. Her place was easy to find, and the door was unlocked. The wolf walked in, only to find Dorbrica in a bathrobe, watching TV.

"Have a good time with your friend?" he asked.

"Yep. Long gone, though. Food's in the fridge if you want some."

"What are you watching?"

"Some trash, mostly. You want to talk about your first day?"

"Tempting, but I think I'm gonna eat and sleep."

"Sure. See you tomorrow."

"Yeah...see ya."

He groaned, making his way to the kitchen. A box of Chinese food was waiting, noodles and chicken, and he tossed it in the microwave. Sometimes, that was just the best.

As he waited for it to heat through, he wondered what tomorrow would bring.

The End