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Do not speak unless asked a question. Ever.
Is this what 7 meant when he talked about these men setting the slaves up for failure?
“Are you being disobedient right now, or are you having an issue remembering the veryfewrules I’ve given you?”
A question.Thank god.
“I’m unsure of the new speaking rule, sir. I – I didn’t know if I could speak. It wasn’t a question. You said only questions.” Carter stops his rambling. Then, for good measure, he adds, “Sir.”
Carter hates not being able to see sir right now. He can’t study his expression and movements. He can’t predict his mood or actions. It’s unsettling. Terrifying, even.
He’s relieved when sir finally speaks. “Questionsandorders. If I give you an order to say something or tell me something, you may also speak. An oversight on my part.”
No question or order.
Carter remains silent.
“Tell me your rules.”
An order.
“I should always kneel for you, I should always call you sir, and I should always obey you without hesitation.” Carter pauses, a flash of himself clinging to a bedpost filling his mind, sir’s men watching and laughing at his turmoil. He shudders at the memory. “I should never leave the bed unless going to the bathroom, and I have to get back in right after I’m finished. I shouldn’t look at you, and I should only speak when asked a question or given an order.”
“Good.” Notgood boy. It hurts in a way that Carter hates himself for. “As long as you follow those rules, we’ll have a successful evening.”
The urge to sayyes, siris on the tip of Carter’s tongue. He catches it between his teeth to keep the words from spilling out.
After a moment, sir sighs and walks away from Carter. He mumbles something under his breath that sounds likefucking ridiculousbefore snapping his fingers in a silent command for Carter to follow. Carter does.
The sight of his collar in sir’s hands when they come to a halt at the foot of the bed again hurts Carter more than he should allow it to. Maybe this switching between Carter and slave isn’t such a good idea. It’s much harder than he anticipated.
Sir encircles Carter’s throat with the collar, the simple accessory an overwhelming weight on his heart and soul.
“You’ll have four verbal cues tomorrow night. We’ll practice those as well.”
Carter bites his tongue harder. It feels as if the collar constricts, threatening to suffocate him, but he reminds himself that’s not the truth.
“First isShow.” Sir’s fingers brush along the curve of Carter’s jaw before settling beneath his chin and guiding it upward. Carter’s eyes find sir’s. “Keep your eyes on the floor, pet. Show means I want to see your face. Understood?”
A question.Carter averts his gaze and responds. “Yes, sir.”
“When I sayEyes, it means you may look at me.Eyes, pet.”
Carter looks at sir.
Sir smiles, but it seems…sad.
“Very good. Two more, and then you’ve learned all your new rules, alright?”
A question.
“Yes, sir.”
“Eyes to the floor, chin down again.” Carter obeys. “Spread your knees a little wider and straighten your spine.” Carter obeys. “Both hands behind your back, the right hand grabbing the left wrist.” Carter obeys. “Good. This position is your resting position. The cue isRest. If you’ve ever been taken out of this position, whether just to tilt your face for me or perhaps to crawl, you immediately get back to this exact position here and stay that way until told or moved otherwise again. This is your default setting. Understood?”
A question.
“Yes, sir.”
