The Special Class: Negotiations (Patreon Exclusive)

Here's the Patreon-only part of The Special Class, where Krista and Dwayne negotiate their sexy scene.  Enjoy!

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Krista had been waiting outside The Beefy Buffet for a few minutes when e started to get nervous.  /What if this was all a trick?/  The leopard thought, running a hand through the fur on eir arm.  /What if Dwayne doesn't /really/ want to meet her to negotiate the vore scene?  What if he really want to just humiliate eir and make her feel bad?  What if e--/

"Krista!"

E turned to see Dwayne stepping out of his car, waving in eir direction.  He was wearing a simple t-shirt and jeans--tight jeans, Krista couldn't help but notice, ones that showed off his more . . . intimate parts.  Was that on purpose?

"H-Hello!" e squeaked out as her teacher approached--/No, you don't have to think of him that way/, e reminded eirself.  /We're both adults here, he's just a . . . friend!  A dom?  I DON'T KNOW!/

E quickly grabbed the door of the restaurant and motioned for Dwayne to go in.  "Thanks," eir teacher said.  Krista went in behind him, glancing down at his sexy, tight ass the whole way.

The buffet was a wide-open place, full of people chatting and eating.  It made Krista a little nervous--ok, very nervous.  But surely eir teacher had chosen this place to meet for a reason.

"Hey, Dwayne!"

A tiger in an apron approached eir teacher and gave him a hug.  He looked over at Krista with a smile.  "Does Gris know you're dating someone new?" the tiger teased, punching Dwayne on the shoulder.

Dwayne laughed.  "Of course he does, Pedro," he replied, punching the tiger back.  "Don't worry."

"I'm not!"  Pedro laughed.  "Anyway, since you prepaid, you both are all good!  You got the private room for two hours."

"Private room?" Krista asked.

"Yeah," Dwayne said.  "Follow me."  He started walking across the restaurant, and Krista quickly chased after him.

He opened a door next to the kitchen to reveal a private table, with plates, utensils, and cups already set up.  "I chose this place because of their wide food selection for all animals," he said.  "But I've seen how nervous you can get in class, so I asked Pedro for a private room.  He's a friend of mine."

"Thanks," Krista said, relieved.

"And if you feel uncomfortable, or have to leave, you're free to step out," Dwayne added.  "The door is open."

Krista breathed a sigh of relief.  "Thank you.  I appreciate that."

Dwayne smiled.

"Well, shall we get our food?  After that, let's get to business."

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"So, you said on the phone you want to be humiliated," Dwayne said as they sat down with full plates.  "What does that mean for you in a scene?"

/Jumping right into it, huh?/  Krista took a deep breath.  "I-I like it when I'm verbally put down," e said nervously.  "And I like it when you intimidate me--because I'm bratty and defiant to my predators.  Not obedient and nice."

Dwayne smiled.  "Sounds interesting," he said.  "I can do that, meat.  What do you want to happen in the scene?"

Krista swallowed.  "I. . ."  God, she just had to say it!  "I want to suck your dick," e blurted out.  Finally!  "And then you swallow me down nice and quick, and put physical pressure on me while I'm in your stomach.  I've fantasized about it before and . . . I think that would be really nice."  E was blushing beet red now, staring down at the table.

Dwayne smiled.  He reached over and put his hand over Krista's.  "There's nothing to be ashamed of.  In fact, that sounds great to me.  I'd love to have that in a scene."

Krista looked up at him, relieved.  "Yeah?"

"Yeah."  Dwayne licked his lips.  "Makes me hard just thinking about it, /meat/."

Krista felt eir fur stand on end.  God, being here with eir teacher, talking about him eating eir--e had to resist the urge to run to the bathroom and rub one out.

"So, for boundaries," Dwayne continued, leaning forward.  "Is there anything you want me /not/ to do, no matter what?"

Krista thought for a moment.  "Well . . . I don't want to be hit or slapped.  I don't mind loud noises and being shoved around a bit, but that's pushing it for me."

Dwayne nodded.  "Noted.  Anything else?"

Krista pondered, then said, "I don't think so?  I can't think of anything else.  I'm pretty open to most things, but being hit is a trigger for me."

"Are you ok with me touching your breasts?  Privates?" Dwayne asked.  "These things can get pretty intimate, and I want to know where I can go before we start."

Krista nodded.  "I'd rather you don't touch those areas," e said.  "It makes me dysphoric--I usually like to avoid them during sex."

Dwayne nodded.  "Understood."

The two were silent for a moment, then Dwayne stood up.  Their plates were empty, and her teacher gathered them up.  "Well, I think that's all I need to know for right now," he said.  "But if you think of something else, please don't hesitate to call me."

Krista nodded.  "Ok.  I will."

Eir teacher nodded, then leaned down so that his muzzle was next to eir ear.  He whispered, "The safe word is magenta, meat.  I'll see you tomorrow with Gris."

Then he walked away, still showing off that sexy ass.  Krista watched him go, then walked out to eir car, sitting there for a long time before starting it and driving off.

Fuck, e couldn't wait until tomorrow.