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“It's been over an hour now, precious. That word means nothing anymore.”
“How long?”
“You will get dressed into these.” Knox ignores me, dropping clothing on the bed.
“No. Not those. What even is this?” I extend one hand to the tiny piece of fabric that I assume are supposed to be shorts. I pole dance in more than this.
“Refusal means punishment.” He reminds me.
“I can't.” I huff.
“You will.”
“Please find me something else.” I risk being dragged out naked if I argue, but I need to ask. Surely he owes me that after what he put me through.
“Fine.” Knox walks away from me. When he comes back, there's an adult size nappy in his hand. “Either you put the shorts on, or I'll put this on you.”
“Fuck no.” I'll take the shorts over a nappy or nothing at all.
It's awkward to wriggle into the pathetic excuse of shorts, but while I'm trying, he is patient to wait.
“I'm sorry, I'm trying.” But getting this black latex over my knees is defeating me. “I can’t.”
“May I help?” Knox abandons the nappy and comes to my aid as I break down in tears.
“No. Fuck off.” I slap against his back with useless little punches as he puts my arms over his shoulders and lifts me up.
He grabs the shorts and bounces me to lift the fabric up around my arse. I hate myself for the crying laugh that spills out of me. This is so ridiculous. I have one of the most dangerous men in the city helping me into these horrible shorts. If anyone saw this they would laugh too. What has happened to my life?
“The reward for this will be worth it.” He tries to comfort me in his own way, but his chuckle at our predicament is misleading.
I don't think anything will be worth this. I don't want anything from this man.
The shorts are snug but flexible, and now that they are on, they don't feel too bad. My butthole and tackle are completely covered, which is the best I can hope for.
“What kind of table decoration will I be?”
His new plan is dressing me himself, which starts with a small yellow t-shirt going over my forearms. Then my wrists are chained to each other, and the untrustworthy monster attaches a lead to my collar.
The collar.
It's not mine.
It feels quite cowardly on his part to keep me like this to put a simple top on. Is the mighty Knox that afraid of helpless little me? If I had any tricks up my sleeve, I would have used them before letting him stick his cock in me.
Letting him. I didn't let him. I couldn't stop him. After everything, here I am sobbing in his arms because my thighs were too wide for the shorts. He reassures me the whole time I'm sobbing. Telling me I'm a good boy while dressing me like a slutty bee.
“I need to put the gag in now. This is the type of dinner where you don't need to eat or speak. Just sit and listen.”
“I can do that without the gag. I promise.”
“I'd love to trust you, I really would.” His hand runs through my hair. “But what you will hear, you will want to reply to. I'll let you name your reward after, short of your freedom.”
“Arsehole.” I grumble at him as the leather ball is offered up to my face. And then I fucking bite around it. I willing take the fucking thing in my mouth for him. He hurt my nose last time, and I can't really stop him, but I did it willingly. I am a good boy. What is happening to me?
“Right, up we get.”
Walk? Like this! I shake my head.
