My knees are in agony, and when I say that, I mean it. The best way to describe my situation is to tell you to cut your skin with wood. Painful.
My back is aching, and I keep on bending it backward to try to get it to click. Why does he always have to punish me? I thought there would be more to this agreement than punishments.
I guess I was wrong. Standing up, I rub my knees and bend my back to try to ease the pain. He can go and suck his friend’s dick if he thinks I’m going to kneel any longer.
I don’t even know how long I’ve been waiting for him to return, but I can’t bear it any longer. I refuse to follow his pathetic requests, especially when he’s being a douche about it.
I get it! He wants to control me, but he’s going about it the wrong way. Sorry to burst your bubble, Mr. Arrogant, but I’m not a child who’s willing to play your silly games.
The door opens.
“What a surprise,” I mumble, rolling my eyes. His jaw ticks as I sit down on the floor. My knees are red because he has left me for a couple of hours on them.
Argh, he must have cameras in this room or something because his timing is perfect. I refuse to follow his demands anymore. He’s too bossy for my liking.
He walks over to me and grabs my hair. Dragging me up to him, he makes my eyes water as I cry out. My scalp burns.
“Stop fucking screaming. I told you not to roll your eyes at me,” he shouts at me before letting my hair go. I drop down to the floor and look up at him through sad eyes. I’m petrified of him.
Isn’t a relationship between two people supposed to include trust? I don’t trust him. He’s unpredictable to me.
“Stand up, remove your dress, and don’t speak. You are to stay where you are, and I want eye contact at all times.
“If you decide that you want to disobey my orders, then I can make a guarantee to you now that your punishment will double in intensity. You have twenty seconds.”
“No.” Crossing my arms, I stand my ground, raising my right eyebrow and squinting my left eye.
I did not come back here for him to treat me like shit! Yes, I’ve made stupid decisions in the past, but that doesn’t grant him the permission to treat me like a rag doll.
“Was that a no, Rebecca?”
Yes, damn right it was a no. Why should I keep getting punished by him? There’s a line that shouldn’t be crossed.
“Yes, I told you no, Mr. Arrogant.” Rolling my eyes, I keep my feet planted exactly where they are.
“Let’s add one hundred push-ups and a mouthwash to your extremely long list of punishments. Push-ups for your disobedience and mouthwash for the back talk. Any more punishments to add to that list?”
He raises his right eyebrow, and I turn away from him. How is this fair? Surely, there’s a limit to the number of punishments that can be implemented at one time!
“No,” I scream at him, and he gives me a deep laugh in return.
“Do you want the list to extend? It’s your choice now as you will still be doing what I’m telling you to do, even if you have fifty punishments added on.”
I do what he tells me to do and keep eye contact once I have finished following his demands. Yes, he won. When doesn’t he win?
This is the most intense situation I’ve ever been placed in as his gray eyes stare into my soul. I feel pressured to do what he tells me to do.
I hate this effect that he has on me. I cannot fight against it as much as I try to.
“Come here.” Kenzo points to the gray, gloss tile in front of him, and I walk over to him with my eyes narrowed.
He pulls out a collar and wraps it around my neck, securing it at the back. A leash is attached to it.
I walk over to him, and he pulls out a pair of pink underwear. They look like a pair that a six-year-old child would wear and not sexy lingerie.
“Put them on.”
He passes them to me, and I stare at them. Is he joking right now? The underwear dangles down from my hand as I look at them mortified.
“Get your act together now, Rebecca.” He startles me, and I work quickly to put them on before he shouts again. Grabbing my waist, he holds me firmly in place.
“Your clothes have been removed for your negative behavior, Rebecca. This time there’s a twist,” he says, giving me an evil smirk, and my body shudders from it. So cold.
I narrow my eyes at him, fisting my hands. He’s getting on my last nerve. I’m so close to ripping his head off, and I’m a very vicious woman when I want to be.
“You’re going to work in this pair of underwear beside me. You are to eat dinner in them in front of my men. Your clothes are banned until tomorrow.
“You should always follow a contract when you sign one, Rebecca. Which leads me to the next problem that we need to cover.”
Oh my god. Is he serious? No clothes for the entire day and with his men around! I may as well shoot myself in the head now because this is at the top of the list in the embarrassment category.
I cross my arms over my chest, sulking. Yes, I’m sulking because I cannot control my anger issues right now. Who could?
Picking up my clothes, he locks them inside his safe, and I growl at him, my body shaking with anger.
“Tonight you are to stay in my room, and you are to address me correctly. Do you understand?” He glares at me, and I throw my head back, sighing, “Yes, Master.”
I can deal with staying in his room, but being naked all day is going to destroy me. He’s definitely taking humiliation to another level.
“Let’s sort that list.” He smiles. I don’t. I storm out of his office and make my way downstairs to the lobby. All the men stand around waiting to go out to do their jobs, but I don’t have a list.
Turning around to leave, I bump into Kenzo who smirks down his chest at me. Placing his hands on my shoulders, he guides me to turn around, and my face blushes bright pink.
I smile awkwardly as his men smirk, looking me up and down. I want to turn around, but when I try to do that, Kenzo clears his throat. This is the worst day of my life. I’m embarrassed.
Kenzo holds a smug grin on his face. I want to smack it off as my frustration surges through my body. I’ve never felt so hopeless and weak before.
I cover myself with my hands. Kenzo grabs my arms and forces them down to my sides. His crotch pushes up against my ass as I inhale deeply.
“You look beautiful, Rebecca. Never let me find you covering your body. Embrace it at all times.”
How nice for him to say that. He’s not the one standing here in front of a group of men in his underwear. My boobs are on show, and the men aren’t exactly looking away.
Come on, fellas, take a good look at my balls of fire. I drop my head down until he moves to stand in front of me, guiding my head up to face him.
“Always walk with confidence because your body is perfect in every way.” He gives me a heartfelt smile.
Well, it looks like that on the outside. He’s probably planning my next punishment. He is a sadist after all.
