As Daxter's cock began to soften, finally allowing his knot to shrink enough to slide out of Wahida's slick cunt.   His red cock was softening and still dripping.  It was then that he noticed the D-ring on Wahida's collar.  He reached down and grasped it and pulled on it.  "Is this a collar of ownership?  Do you belong to someone?  Or do you just belong to whoever's fucking you?  Do you want to be my bitch, suck my cock clean and wag your tail for more?"<br/><br/>His voice was lighthearted and fun despite the message of his words.  Something spoke that he was not used to being the dominant male in the pack, but there was nothing definitive that made such an impression obvious.  As he spoke however he rubbed his softening cock and tight nutsack against Wahida's pussy which oozed their combined juices on him and the bed.