#technically its a tail ‘harness’ but its a collar

[spillways-mp3]

i made a collar 😵‍💫

[still-a-morosexual-help]

Playing Dress Up

summary: 5 times Mammon saw his human wearing his things.

And the time he saw them wearing nothing at all.

[Fic on AO3]

1.

The first time it happens, it barely registered. There had been so much else going on. Mammon had hardly noticed the sliver of it unfolding in the back of his mind.

"So you're telling me," they paced, "you were okay with the corset, the harnesses, the heels and that," they wave their free hand in his general direction, "that bow tie collar thing but you're drawing the line at the ears and tail!?"

"This," he leans against the railing, letting the Devildom's brightly lit expanse act as a backdrop. He knows his angles. He gestures at himself, "makes me look good. That'll just make me look stupid," and that's just it, isn't it. Even he's self-aware enough to know his main aversion to it comes from not wanting to give his brothers another reason to label him as stupid. "I may not be Lucifer, but even I've gotta bit of pride, ya know," he finishes with a huff.

They've stopped pacing now and are instead considering him with eyes that he knows for a fact can see through all his bullshit. He swallows.

"I don't think you'll look stupid," they say evenly, "I think you'll look good. Like you always do."

Mammon feels the heat creeping up his neck to his cheeks as he splutters, trying desperately to save face, "Y-yeah, well if ya think it'll look so good why don't you put it on!"

They shrug as if them wearing bunny ears will have no world shattering consequences. As if the image of them in bunny ears won't sear itself into his brain for the rest of his life.

They put it on.

His world shatters.

And even then, even as he deals with the staggering realisation that this is what his arousal threshold has been lowered to -who even was he now!? Levi!?-, even as the others finally arrive to drag him back to the club, it blossoms.

Seeing them wearing something that was technically his. Its little tendril uncoiling and latching on to the back of his mind.

Possessiveness.

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2.

The second time it happens is on an especially magical kind of day.

It's midday, and the sky is just a bit lighter than usual. The glow of the plants and surrounding wildlife, however, eclipses this with its stunning brightness.

What makes it all the more magical a day is this. The brothers are getting along, opting to play a game that's a violent mix between human basketball, football and dodgeball rather than trying to seriously kill each other.

Mammon, performing what was probably his first miracle since Falling, had even managed to convince Asmo and Belphie that this was a good use of their time.

His - THE! the human had opted to sit this one out and minimise the risk of getting hit in the head by what was essentially a bowling ball that they had been tossing around at breakneck speeds.

He jumps away with a yelp, narrowly missing a particularly vicious throw by a cackling Asmo. Swearing when his glasses finally give up their battle and slide down his nose, subsequently clattering to the ground. Picking them up, he trots over to where they are sitting next to Lucifer, who had deemed the whole affair too immature for his tastes.

"Here ya go. Keep these safe for me."

They take the glasses easily, without a word of protest, and he jogs back, catching a pass by Satan and lugging it at Beel.

Little later, after successfully getting the ball through the branches of a tall tree and scoring a goal, Mammon turns around, hoping they'd noticed. Instead, he finds them talking to Lucifer, who has finally put down his book. His glasses are planted firmly on their nose.

And.

Oh.

Everything goes dark.

Levi had scored a headshot.

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3.

The third time he doesn't notice it until Asmo leans over and wiggles his eyebrows suggestively.

"Oh, Dear Big Brother, did you really think I wouldn't notice it. I'm a little surprised and a little more than a little disappointed," Asmo says with a playful pout, but his eyes are shrewd and calculating as they scan Mammon's face.

"What the fuck are ya talkin' 'bout!" he snaps pushing Asmo back into his seat.

Asmo tilts his head towards where the human is sitting next to the angels and sorcerer during RAD's lunch. "Your little mark of possession." Asmo's eyes are still hard, "Humans aren't just more of your little toys you can just pick up and claim, then toss aside because you got greedy," he says lightly, popping a little berry into his mouth. His sharp canines pierce the tart flesh of it, and he hums sweetly. "This humans of ours is a little more special, don't you think?"

Mammon's frown deepens, turning once more towards them he says, "I have no idea whatya-" he catches a glimpse of yellow around their neck.

Fuck.

Shit.

His whole face is a flush of red as he jumps off his seat, legs catching on it, "Nothin' happened!" he shrieks at Asmo over his shoulder as he marches up to them. Deaf to the protests of the Chihuahua and blind to the knowing smiles of the other angel and Asmo's sorcerer, he grabs the human by the arm and jerks them off their seat, herding them towards the nearest bathroom.

"What are you wearing!" he hisses once the door slams shut behind them.

They stare down at themself. "...RAD's uniform?" They ask slowly.

"Not that! That!" Is his voice getting higher with each word? He couldn't say. He gestures frantically at the yellow fabric wrapped around their neck. His tie.

"Oh? This?" They grab onto the ends of their -his- tie. "I was late, and it was the first one I grabbed," they say with a shrug as Mammon reaches the edges of hyperventilation, "A lot of your things are just in my room. It was an easy mistake."

"EASY MIS-" deep breaths "Do you know what people will say!"

"...about me wearing a tie?"

"About you wearing my tie!"

"Mammon, you barely wear a tie. It shouldn't matter what colour mine is."

"No, you idiot! They'll think we're sleeping together!"

"So?"

"So I don't want anyone to think The Great Mammon would go anywhere near a weak human."

The balled up tie hits his face with a smack, and the door slams shut behind them.

Fuck.

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4.

The camera flashes, and for those few seconds, he's a whole different person.

Someone cool, collected, aloof, charming.

Someone stoic with a soft heart that only love could thaw out.

The mysterious stranger the protagonist of the story would fall for.

Someone way too like Lucifer for his own comfort.

Then the flashing stops, and he walks off the set, and he's back to being Mammon. The goofy screw up of the family. The one who isn't even in the running to be the love interest.

Except.

They're watching him from the edge of the set.

Except.

He doesn't think they ever took their eyes off him.

Except.

They're wrapped up comfortably in his jacket.

Except.

They are beaming at him. Bright and proud.

Except.

They're Proud. Of him.

Except.

He thinks. Maybe. Just maybe.

Except.

This protagonist is falling for him.

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5.

In the year, that had felt more like an eternity, he had spent with them, Mammon slept most nights entwined with them under their sheets. A fact that would have probably raised a few eyebrows and caused more than a few lecherous thoughts if the others had known.

Mammon knew, and they knew, however, that the real reason behind it was a lot more innocent and a lot more, potentially embarrassing. To him at least, the idea that only the presence of a very specific human could soothe a very specific demon's nightmares and overactive brain enough, for said demon to catch even half a night's sleep was a little bit absurd.

And yet.

That is to say, with Mammon's slow move into his human's room a number of his personal items found their home within the walls of the room as well.

And when they eventually left, like they were always meant to and like he forgot they had to, and when he curled up alone on their bed, alone in a room that was bare but for his own possessions he knew he wouldn't be able to empty it. He knew he would never be able to take back what was rightfully his.

So, he thought defensively, it would make perfect sense for him to not notice that something had been missing.

But he did notice it now. A whole year later, when they fell ass first on to Satan.

He noticed it during dinner as his brothers threw away any last shreds of their pride and vied for their attention.

He noticed it in his room, when the burning, itching need for them got too much and he closed his eyes and pulled out all the recent -new- memories of them.

He noticed it when they ordered him to kiss them.

He noticed it when his fingers clung on to the soft, well-worn fabric of his black T-shirt as they pulled him closer.

He stared after their back, at his shirt, as they left. And they had ordered him, hadn't they? The effect of the potion should have been nullified, right?

Then why did he still feel like this.

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+1.

He snuggles in further into the softness that enveloped him. For the first time in a long time, he felt warm and satiated. Had he slept through the night for once?

He moans and burrows deeper into the covers when he feels fingers brush through his fringe. When the fingers continued, seeming to have no plans of stopping anytime soon, he opens an eye to glare at the person next to him. The only reaction he gets in response is his human's dumb smile.

He reaches out a hand from his blanket cocoon to flick at their forehead all the while maintaining an equally dumb smile.

"What's with the look, Dummy."

"You've got the same look, Mammon."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

They snuggle in closer, their entwined legs brushing over each other. Running their fingers over his knuckles, they lean forward to brush a light kiss over his lips.

His face flamed even as his smile grows wider.

"Ya know if you wanna go again-"

"You're wearing my hoodie."

"Wha'?"

They lean up on their elbow and use their other hand to tug at his collar. Their smile stretched into something that could only be described as shit eating.

"You're wearing my hoodie."

They move away just as he jolts upright, tugging at the offending article of clothing to get a better look and sure enough. It's the same over sized purple hoodie they'd been wearing backstage yesterday before the play had started. It slips off one of his bare shoulders, because it is over sized, it's over sized on them, it's over sized on him and it would probably be a comfortable fit on Beel, as he remembers last night.

After the play, and after the festival and after the dance and after...After.

He had climbed off the bed in a giddy daze and grabbed the hoodie from the floor. Because he was greedy and he wanted more, more, more. Even with them in his room, dozing in his bed, even with a whole night of them, even with their scent on his sheets, on his body, he still needed more of them. So he'd slipped the hoodie on and curled back into bed, surrounded by them.

And now.

And now he feels the telltale heat of embarrassment flood his cheeks.

"Was cold," he goes to say, "it was the first thing I could find! Nothin' else."

But before he can, they throw a bare leg over his waist and straddle him. Intertwining their fingers, they pin his hands down by his head, regarding him with a wicked smile.

Who the hell was the demon here anyway.

"Don't," they say with a roll of their hips that has him whining, "I like it." They lean down, their lips brushing his ear before they nip at it.

"You're not the only one who gets a little possessive."

->

[First Posted: 7th August 2020]

[Fic on AO3]

[a-solitary-marshmallow]

Please Don’t See Me - Chapter 4

As shaky as things with Rebus had begun, they quickly settled into a comfortable companionship. The wolf was stubborn and willful when he wanted to be but it was… actually quite nice, to have someone to talk to.

As the days passed Rebus allowed Ford closer and closer, finally permitting Ford to brush his wild fur when more than a few of Ford’s belongings got tangled up in there. If anything Rebus seemed to appreciate the grooming. Ford couldn’t say he liked having his hair brushed (it was too short to do anything with and he’d never had anyone try to touch it beyond casual hair-ruffling) but he had to admit, it was quite soothing to run his hands through clean, silky fur.

If only the wolf wasn’t so frightening to look at.

Ford sighed, standing alone and empty-handed at the front door where the mailman had run off screaming, taking Ford’s package with him. Rebus yawned and stretched and looked generally imposing and wolf-like.

“Could you not scare away the postman?” Ford complained. Rebus looked entirely unapologetic. “Unbelievable.”

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“You’re only making this harder on yourself.”

Rebus growled stubbornly and planted his ass on the porch, refusing to move no matter how much Ford pushed and pulled. If only the darn wolf wasn’t so heavy! Ford was up to his elbows in thick fur.

“You’re filthy, and you’re shedding!” He pressed his back against the wolf and shoved, only managing to slide him a few centimeters. Great. In an hour they might reach the front door. “You need a wash.”

Rebus let out a little growl.

“Oh, stop that.” Ford grabbed handfuls of fur and pulled. The hound sighed dramatically and flopped onto the deck, making Ford squawk in frustration. “Don’t lie down! Rebus!”

Rebus resolutely ignored him. Ford straightened.

“Of course. Of course I have to deal with this.”

Rebus’s outright refusal to bathe almost reminded him of his teenaged years, Ma bullying Stanley into washing. ‘A dip in tha ocean doesn’t count!’ She’d scold. ‘Go get yer ass in the shower or I’ll empty a bucket a’ water over yer head!’

Hmm.

Rebus yelped when Ford dumped a bucket of cold water over him. Ford snickered at the wrinkled nose and dirty glare Rebus shot him as he crawled, wet and dripping, from the rather sudden puddle.

“You were the one who refused to move to the bathroom. Don’t blame me for the consequences.”

Ford got to feel vindictively gleeful, up until Rebus shook and sprayed him from head to toe in dirty water.

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Ford went on a shopping run to stock up on supplies. When he returned, Rebus was curled up on the couch and the TV was blaring. Ford froze in the doorway.

Rebus glanced up almost guiltily. Reruns continued to play. The wolf rolled

sideways onto the remote and the TV switched off. Rebus yawned, stretched, and padded away, leaving Ford gaping.

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 It was past midnight and Rebus was still bothering him! Ford threw down his pen and turned to glare blearily at the fussing animal. Rebus glared back from his spot in the doorway of Ford’s study.

“What? I already fed you! I’m busy.”

Wait, had he fed the wolf? He must have, Rebus would bark and whine and generally be a nuisance if Ford forgot. So what else did he want? Ford was getting frustrated with all the pacing and the stares. Rebus had been sending him those looks all night! All… morning? Afternoon? Ford wasn’t sure how long he’d been at it. He was pretty sure he’d pulled at least one all-nighter in the last few days but it was all a little hazy.

Tugging – Rebus had bitten his sweater sleeve and was currently tugging Ford out of his chair. Ford yelped and grabbed the desk to steady himself.

“Hey!”

He pulled back. Rebus yanked again with a jerk of his head and sent Ford stumbling forward.

“Let me go – you ridiculous animal – hey!”

Rebus continued dragging him through the house until Ford stumbled and caught himself on the frame of his bedroom door. He grabbed Rebus’s jaw to try and pry the fabric from his teeth but Rebus shook his head from side to side to avoid the reaching hands.

At some point it devolved into a tug-of-war, Ford still half inside his sweater and unable to hold back snorts of laughter at how hopelessly tangled he was quickly becoming. He wrestled Rebus to the ground as well as he could one-armed. Rebus growled playfully and tugged at his clothes.

Ford wheezed. He hadn’t noticed it while at his desk, but now that he was moving his vision was swimming a little. Come to think of it, when had he last slept? He was conveniently near his bedroom, as if that was where Rebus had been so intent on pulling him. Maybe a nap wouldn’t hurt…?

Rebus seemed to sense that Ford’s head wasn’t in the game anymore, because he quit playing and instead leaned against Ford’s side. The scientist yawned and reached up blindly to pet Rebus’s ears.

“Yes, yes… play can wait. I think I’ll try to catch a few hours of sleep.”

Rebus didn’t seem too disheartened. In fact, he watched sternly as Ford stumbled to bed, letting out a satisfied huff when Ford’s head hit the pillow.

Odd behaviour… Ford thought, before slipping into dreams.

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 Rebus growled and dodged out of the way as Ford tried to clip the harness around his chest.

“Stay still! A leash is necessary if I don’t want to get in trouble. It’s either this or a collar, and you made your position clear on collars.”

Rebus glared at the object in Ford’s hand. The scientist scowled.

“You and I both know you don’t need a leash. But the residents of Gravity Falls don’t. They’ll get in a panic if you walk up unrestrained! Do you want to visit the town or not?”

The stare-off continued, until Rebus finally looked away. Ears pressed flat, he slunk forward to unhappily let Ford clip him in.

“See? Not so hard.” Ford said triumphantly. Rebus continued to mope the entire drive down to Gravity falls. That is, until the houses came into view. The wolf perked up, even going so far as to press his face to the window to get a good view of the town around them.

Once Ford parked and they exited the vehicle, getting around became a little more difficult, what with the teen screaming ‘WOLF’ and jumpscaring everyone on the street. Ford lifted his hands, holding the leash in clear view, in the hopes of de-escalating the situation.

“It’s okay, he’s domesticated. He’s my, uh…” Damn, he hadn’t thought this far ahead. “…dog. A crossbreed.”

The teen continued to peer suspiciously at the obviously-a-wolf. Rebus wagged his tail helpfully.

“…okay.” She said dubiously. “Er – what’s its name?”

“Rebus.”

The teen tipped her head, still squinting somewhat. “Does it bite?”

“Certainly not.” Ford lied. Well, it technically wasn’t a lie – Rebus didn’t bite people. The wolf in question stepped forward to greet the slightly-less-suspicious teenager, who hesitantly offered one hand.

“Um. Hi, Rebus? I’m Matilda.” She added to Ford, who nodded and introduced himself in turn.

“Stanford Pines.”

Matilda looked up suddenly from petting Rebus. “Wait, you’re the scientist dude who lives in that weird shack?”

Ford rubbed the back of his neck. “Ah, well, yes. I am a scientist.”

“No kidding. Everyone knows about you, dude. They’ve just never met you before. Or heard your name or know anything about you.”

“I tend to keep to myself.” Ford admitted. “How did you know who I am?”

“My boyfriend Dan talks about you sometimes.”

“Ah, yes, Boyish Dan. The lumberjack.”

Matilda sent him finger guns. She seemed quite laid-back when she wasn’t screaming about wolves. Ford decided to chalk up that incident to surprise.

“Well, give him my regards. Rebus and I must be on our way before the shop closes.”

“Sure.” Matilda stood, dusting hair off her jeans. “And, uh, just a word of advice; you might wanna get that dog a collar.”

Rebus shot him a glare. Ford sighed. “I’ll certainly keep that in mind.”

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Ford had grown used to the crashing of gnomes raiding his bins every few days. When he first came to Gravity Falls he’d tried to put a stop to it, but they’d always come back the next day. Eventually he had given up. They rarely tried coming inside, and as long as they stuck to raiding the bins and nothing else it was tolerable.

But he hadn’t heard the tell-tail banging and clattering for almost a week now. Ford peeked through the window to check; there sat a row of untouched bins. The gnomes hadn’t just gotten very quiet all of a sudden; they hadn’t come at all. Why had they suddenly decided to leave his house alone? Not that he wasn’t thankful. More often than not they would leave a mess for Ford to clean up after.

There was the clicking of claws, and Rebus brushed against his legs on his way to the lounge. Ford failed to notice the strands of grey beard hair sticking out against his dark coat, and turned away from the window just in time to miss a party of scuffed and bruised gnomes scrambling into the forest as fast as their little legs could carry them.

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Ford had made a slight, miniscule mistake.

A lapse of judgment, maybe. He’d gotten so caught up in a recent breakthrough that he had… maybe… forgotten to pay the power bills. And the water bills. And, he was pretty sure, a couple other bills he probably should have been paying.

With the sudden onset of a blizzard he was now firmly shut up in his not-heated house, shivering against the chill. He’d tried lighting a fire but what little firewood he had available had been soaked through by the melting snow. Ford resorted to bundling up in the warmest clothes he could find and huddling on the couch.

He shot a jealous look at Rebus, still shivering slightly under layers of blankets. The wolf’s heavy coat had finally come in handy and now he lay, perfectly warm and content, on the carpet.

Ford pulled his blankets tighter around him, unable to suppress a shiver. He vowed to never forget to pay his electricity bills again.

Rustling got his attention – Rebus had gotten up from his comfortable napping spot and yawned, before jumping up onto the couch next to Ford. Ford lifted one corner of the blankets invitingly.

Rebus squirmed in with him, heavy and warm, like an oversized heater. Ford didn’t object when the wolf lay half on top of him and yawned again. He only buried his face and hands in the warm fur and, toasty and comfortable for the first time in hours, fell asleep.

(he would wake up the next morning with a crick in his neck and a wolf snoring against him, warm despite the frostiness of the air. And after that night Rebus would often sleep by him, curled up at his feet or at the foot of his bed or flopped across him without a care in the world, as if liberated by the realization that he was truly safe and wanted)

[queenjunoking]

Wolf Taming Pt 10

CW: Noncon - Shock Collar - Pain - Petplay - Drugs - Kidnapping  - Manipulation

Sasha was going to be in a vulnerable mood for a little while. Now would be the time to try some risky ideas. It would take her longer to reach the boiling point and it was hard to imagine her trying to immediately attack me.

I flipped on the camera while I prepped the room. I had struggled to decide how I wanted to use that vulnerability against her. Several rooms of fun toys, different things for Sasha to enjoy. 

I had so many fun toys I could use to hurt her. I desperately wanted to see her cry again. I wanted to see her afraid of me again. But I knew that would burn bridges. I brought her into a low headspace and if I hurt her she might shut down. 

I dreamt of the reaction she would have if I decided I didn't want the wolf. I wanted to see her shattered in my hands. The moment that big strong person just completely break to protect themself. It tempted me so much I thought about how easy it would he to just… do it. Literally nothing could stop me.

But I wanted my wolf. I had to treat her differently. I couldn't just hurt her. I had to guide her. I had to train her. Pain and suffering were only things she did to herself. I would never be at fault, if there were no broken rules there would be no pain. I couldn’t help but feeling the world was unfair, that forcing me to choose between the options felt like there was some kind of conspiracy against me. Why can’t I have both?

But I rationalized my choice. I could always get a different thing later. I wasn’t the kind of person who wanted a mansion filled with “things”. I only wanted things that grabbed my attention. Sasha grabbed my attention. How could she not? But I wasn't sure where I might go from here, Sasha was wonderful but would I want other projects? Another pet? Something else entirely? I knew some people picked up enough things that they were wasted as art pieces. That seemed cruel, even to me. Why bother getting them if you don't want to interact with them? I saw a poor little thing locked away in a statue once and I felt so bad for it, it should have someone to play with it. You could just have a statue and it was fine. That poor girl was still just wasting her potential locked away inside that contraption. Why get a toy if you’re just going to leave it sealed away in a box? You play with toys. I did desperately want a toy to expend my more… mean energy on. Eventually. I didn't want more than one project going at a time.

I finished prepping the room and looked back at the camera. She was still sullen, I saw that she had eaten a few more pieces of chicken. I doubt she wanted to eat, but she probably didn't want to pass up the real food that was in front of her. After double checking the equipment I decided it was time to take my risk. Maybe I could lift her spirits and she would see I wasn't so bad after all.

I put my comforting face back on and peaked out of the door and into the den. "Sasha? How are you doing sweetheart." She looked at me and acknowledged I had said something but didn't speak. "You can talk as much as you want right now sweetheart, I will tell you when the collar is back on."

She gave me a soft sigh. "What do you want?" It wasn't an angry question. She didn't sound rude. Our conversation had just taken the wind out of her sails and she obviously just wanted to be left alone.

I walked over to her and sat down in front of the cage, just barely out of reach. "I think I have something for you that you'll really like. And if you feel like working with me just a little bit you get to leave the cage for a little while."

She visibly perked up when she heard she might get to leave the cage. She had been inside of it for days. But it was gone quickly. I saw it though, she was so tempted to say yes before even hearing what the catch could be. To just work with me so she could leave. She huffed at me. "Oh? And what do I have to give up for such V.I.P. treatment? What do you want from me this time? Going to lock those paws on again? Have you figured out a way to give me a dog tail yet?"

I had to resist the urge to laugh. If she only knew. But her comment let slip something very tantalizing to me and she didn't even know it. She was clueless about kink stuff. I had so many fun things for her to experience and she sounded like she was going to be completely clueless about it. She was living the dream of some people and she didn't even realize it. People would pay a lot of money to be in her place. Not that I wanted anyone who would pay for this.

"Sasha, I'm not attaching any strings to this. I am simply offering you some time out of your cage where you will get to see something I truly think you'll love." I could see her interest growing. "However. I have to protect myself if you are going to leave the cage. I'm not giving you the paws, but I have a few things for you to put on while we move. They will be removed in the next room. Can you work with me on that?"

The wheels turned in her head. She wanted out so badly, but she was giving up more ground. It took a minute before she spoke. "Can… I see what these things I have to put on are before I make my decision? If I can't…I'd… rather stay in here." She struggled through the last part. In a way she was giving me an ultimatum. I was obviously excited to show her something, but if I didn't offer her a concession she was going to take that away from me.

"Of course! I'll go get what we need and then you can decide." She was surprised to see how readily I agreed. I could see mental math going through her head, wondering if she had somehow made a misstep. She had in a way. Had she just agreed she had the excuse of being forced into whatever I brought her. Surely I would punish her for going back on what she agreed too. But now she got to see what she would be wearing and, after seeing it, would have to say yes. If she wanted out she had to agree to wear what she saw.

Luckily for her I wasn’t offering her anything too hard. I popped into her toy room and came back with a small armful of things. A pair of wrist cuffs, leg cuffs, a harness and a leash. It was pretty barebones.

"Before you say anything, do you want to know why I chose these specifically so you can consider it when making your decision?"

She hesitated but she wanted to understand what might happen. "Ok. What is all… this for?"

I tried to give her a reassuring smile. "The leg cuffs are to hobble your movement a bit. Until we reach the next room you can only take short steps so you can't suddenly run off or run at me. The wrist cuffs will keep your hands behind your back so you can't grab me. The harness is to lead you into the next room and the back here. Each will be removed once we are in the next room.” 

I tried to make this just feel like a conversation between us. Nothing insidious. If anything I was being vulnerable. I had to explain how each piece of equipment was to stop her from hurting me. Sure, the collar worked great to make her think twice. But realistically I could only do so much to defend myself from her if she was out of her cage and unrestrained. I was at risk if she acted out. But it was a conversation that seemed to be assuring her.

“And… I’m only wearing these between the rooms. Then I get to take them off?”

“Except the harness. But that harness isn’t a restraint exactly, its a safety tool. Not only for me, it’s for you as well and you’ll understand it when you see what I want to show you.” There were technically other options than the harness, but it was a safety tool for her. Plus it would be good for her to get used to wearing it.

"I… I'll put them on. Please let me leave the cage for a little while." She was extra polite, I hadn't even needed to ask for it.

I walked her through what to do. I handed her one piece at a time as well as the locks that were meant to be attached. First was the harness. She got it on mostly by herself, but she needed to come near the bars so I could adjust it. I ran my thumb over a part on the back and felt the pieces lock together. I had always had an interest in fun gear, but the things I could buy now still surprised me.

I let her put the cuffs on herself. First her legs. She had a small moment of hesitation as she snapped the locks shut. The soft click seemed very loud to both of us. She didn’t have the keys to them, I was holding them for now. Unlike the harness or the cage or the doors the cuffs had visible locks that required a key. She gave the chain connecting the cuffs a bit of a pull to test how strong it was.

“Feel free to stand and stake some steps, so you know how it’ll feel.” It was cute watching her trying to stand up, she really had no idea what to do with her feet so close together. She used the bars to just pull herself up and take a few shuffling steps. I gave her another smile, I was having a lot of fun. “Do you want some help with the other cuffs? It can be hard when you can’t see what you’re doing.”

“No. I can do it myself.” She sounded a bit embarrassed and irritated. It was adorable. She was acting so independent, she didn’t want help. Of course all that independence was accomplishing was her locking herself away. I liked it this way. It only helped me when she did things to herself. From punishments to rewards everything was because of what she was doing, it was out of my hands.

It took a minute or two of some awkward flailing but I finally heard the soft click of the locks shutting. She was restrained now. I examined my beautiful wolf. It took her a moment to realize it, she was testing the restraints and wasn’t paying attention to me. She blushed a bit when she realized I was looking her over. But she could no longer cover herself. She had given up covering herself surprisingly quickly. After the first day she had stopped trying to cover self at all. But now she was shifting uncomfortably under my gaze, she wanted to cover up but she no longer could.

“You’re very beautiful Sasha.” It was the only thing I was thinking at the time. Sasha was gorgeous. But I was a little surprised that she flinched at my comment. It wasn’t surprising that she didn’t want to hear that from me right now. But it felt like I hit a nerve. I knew enough about Sasha. I knew about her life, her studies and her various other activities. But the people I hired to bring her to me told me they didn’t find any dating history when they were making me a list of people who would notice her disappearance the most.

I mulled it over in my head a bit and mused out loud. “Sasha, has no one ever said that to you before?”

“Can I please leave the cage now? You said I could if I put all of this on and I did.” She was trying to change the subject. She wouldn’t look at me. I found something new I could use. Not something scary to use against her. Something soft and nice. Something she obviously didn’t want to hear, but something I was sure she had always wanted to hear.

“Of course Sasha. Please stand away from the door.” Things became tense between us the moment I unlocked the cell. I was open, but she was too restrained to do much even if she wanted to attack me. I walked in confidently and attached the leash to the ring on the front of her harness. “Follow me. I’ll be walking slowly, try to stay far enough away that the leash stays taut.”

She was visibly more relaxed when she left the cage. It gave me mixed feelings. I loved to see her feel calm and relaxed, but I wanted the cage to be a safe place for rest. But obviously I did something wrong, it wasn’t a relaxing place for her right now. I’d have to consider how to change that.

Restrained or not, she wanted more freedom to move. It wasn’t too far to get to the next room, it was a slow walk though. It’s not like the chain hobbled her, she had enough space to walk slowly. But if she moved too fast she ran the risk of falling over without her arms to stop her from hitting the ground.

“You ready to see my surprise? Or has this been enough already?” I had my hand on the handle, but I was giving her a chance to go back to her cage.

“I-I’m ready.” Her breath caught in her throat. She had no idea what she was going to see. Obviously my ideas of what fun and enjoyable were seemed to be different than what her ideas of them were. For all she knew I had just lied to her and led her into a trap, making her tie herself up just for my own amusement.

“Ok, let’s go in.” I opened the door and walked in, giving the leash a bit of a tug when she hesitated to follow me. I wasn’t sure what her reaction to the room was going to be. But it surprised us both.

“Wow.”