K: She recognized the knock at her dormitory door. Each of her subservient suitors had his or her own way of approaching; some would try the doorknob at first, always finding it locked; others would rap quickly at the door, nervous of the prospect of being seen at Kaori's quarters; and some would pound at the door, too eager to spend time appeasing the red panda and her every whim. This was the knock of that eager otter in the raggedy jeans, yet again making an appeal to appear before her on a day that he was not scheduled. She'd been preparing for her upcoming morning psychology class. Today, the professor would be giving a lecture on Stockholm Syndrome. 'Perfect', she thought, 'I'll bring a prop with me to class.' She snatched a leather collar and black nylon leash from her special closet, and gathered her notebook before answering the door. Just as she'd suspected, the otter awaited her, no doubt yearning for a dose of the drug that was nested under her skirt. "Here. You're coming to class with me." She pressed the notebook into his body, expecting him to have a hold of it when she let it go; he'd have to balance the notebook and whatever was in the black paper bag. She then clasped the leather collar around his neck in a quick motion, not bothering to adjust it looser than its current tight fit, as it had last been used on a female feline. There even hung a small nametag from the collar that read 'Amy'. She wrapped the leash around her wrist and began to stalk off to class with Tagg in tow. "What's in the bag?"

T: Never knowing just how she would react to him whenever she opened the door, he braced for rejection as she had done previously. She wasn't shy about it, and never held any punches but never seemed to have any malicious intent. There were rules that needed to be followed, her rules, and they were to be followed to the letter. So when she opened the door, his eyes fell upon her gorgeous face, impassive and yet seeming to see through him immediately. The movement of her hand caught his gaze, the notebook was pressed up to his chest. A lifetime of having people randomly tossing things at him had honed his reflexes for this sort of thing quite nicely, and his paw smoothly arced through the air to keep it pressed against his chest before adjusting his grip to the spine of it and cradled it underneath his arm. This was all to be expected of course, but what he didn't realize is that she had something else in her hand. In a quick and fluid movement the leather was wrapped around his neck, fur compressing from the pressure and then cinched down and locked closed. It was tight, much tighter than he would have thought but it didn't impede his breathing in the slightest, just gave him that uncomfortable sense that something was around his throat. He could vaguely hear his own heartbeat a bit better thanks to the extra pressure on his carotids. "Yes ma'am," he replied, deep baritones showing that he fell into place immediately. Gesturing to the bag he held it open with both paws, keeping her notebook sandwiched against his ribs with his elbow. "A few toys mostly. Oddly, a collar and leash as well," he replied. The bag peeled open to reveal neatly packed sex toys, a vibrating butt plug, a jeweled one with the heart shape for it's base, a Hitachi style wand, blindfold, ball gag, several sets of handcuffs and of course the leash and collar. "But you beat me to it. Can't say I mind though." He offered her a grin, tail flicking back and forth slowly.

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