Imagine Sam tugging your tail while you ride him.
With how you had to be restrained when your lycanthropy was particularly out of control, he’d assumed you would be his “pet.” Not the other way around.
But, Sam figured as his nails dug into the chair’s sides and yours his back, having a collared girlfriend who could dominate him was pretty cool.
A particularly rough drop made Sam wince. He tugged your leash out of reflex, only to be acknowledged with a lick.