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Nikolai was totally passive as they dragged him by the collar up to his new home. He smiled at the guards with indifference. They didn't matter. He lived to serve his Mistress, whoever that may be. They knocked for him and he waited, fingers intwined as he cracked his knuckles. A new home, a new owner...

How life had changed...

'This should be fun... I hope..' He said as he bowed his head and waited for the door to open, waiting to see his new owner.

He quickly followed with a small pack on his back as he did so. He caught up to her an dipped his head, the door closed behind him. He smirked slightly then finally spoke.

'It was a fine car... Though I believe this shall be better... What does my mistress want me to do?' He asked as he fell into step at her side, casting small glances at her as he kept pace. His head stayed on its level, not rising or falling. He lived to serve, in all ways...

'I do not mind Mistress... I prefer meat should you have it.. Raw please. I cannot help it.. I am a werewolf after all, and all it entails..' He said as he sat close enough to her to seem protective, like a guard dog, yet also close enough that should she ask for anything he could quickly spring into action.

'T-Thank you mistress..' He said as she prepared it for him. He eyed the steak and looked at her again, then to all the doors leading into the room before he began eating rapidly. He literally wolfed it down, not losing any of it and there was no trace of his maddeningly quick eating habits. He felt as stirring below and he blushed profusely and looked at her.

'M-Mistress.... I'm afraid I may have done something that might displease you..' He said, looking down and sliding his chair so he was hidden by the counter.

'Umm.. Perhaps it would be easier to show you..'

He said, pushing his chair out and standing, almost presenting the stiffness in his trousers to her. He blushed lightly, though this was nothing new to him. He seemed almost proud of it, considering he was rather large in that respect. He took a quick glance at her, though she hadn't reacted yet, then stood and waited.. He expected to be hit, or whipped or slapped or something along those lines..

'Oh I will...'

He said, though perhaps a bit too quickly. In truth it was both being in the presence of her and also her looks. To him she was beautiful, commanding, deadly all rolled into one. It was a combination that both excited him and made him want to see more. He never wanted a Mistress who was meek and innocent. It seemed he had found the right one for him.

He shuffled along, his trousers shifting slightly as walked, as he had no desire to touch that which, in a sense, was hers. He was hers to command. He could, if she wished, be a dominating, forceful slave, or as pliable as she desired. He folllowed willingly, and it seemed that before long there they were, her bedroom.

'That depends Mistress... Do you prefer when people come in..?'

He asked, smiling slightly at the double meaning in his words. He stepped in regardless and watched her. His eyes traced her body and he couldn't help but smile. No doubt she'd look just as good unclothed as she did with them on. The thought intrigued him and he looked at her. He wondered if she wanted him to pleasure her first? He certainly wouldn't mind.. No indeed.

He glanced around the room and then disposed of his shirt. His chest and abs were toned, though not overly so, though enough to get the blood racing in a woman...