Fake it till you make it

You gulp, feeling her claw on your throat as you swallow. Intimidating wasn’t enough to describe the tigress, she was frightening. Your back hits the wall, and only then did you realize she had backed you into it. She leans against the wall with one muscular arm above your head while the other still bears its claws at your throat, all while she looks down at you.

“So, little human, why oh why would you ever think I’d submit to you?” She asks, a low growl behind her voice.

In your core you knew she was right. There is no logical reason this predator shouldn’t get exactly what she wants. Still, you weren’t the type to simply give up… even if you were terrified.

Trying not to squeak in terror, you respond “well… how about a competition. If you really think there’s no way you’d ever submit, you shouldn’t mind.”

She is not amused by your challenge, but she also doesn’t want to give you the satisfaction of her not meeting it. “Fine, little mouse. State your terms.”

Relieved, you say “well… I think the only fair way is a fucking competition. We take turns, switching every time the top cums. First to have enough and submit admits they belong as the others pet.”

She gives a smile at this, obviously thinking that you couldn’t possibly have a chance. “Agreed. But when I claim you as mine, you will not only apologize for ever thinking you were anything but beneath me, you’ll also obey any whim from then on” she takes the claws from your throat, putting out her large hand to shake to the terms. When you do, she ‘accidentally’ crushes them, smiling at your pain for a few seconds before letting go.