“I’m afraid you can’t go out there in quite that manner. You have to earn the right for him to allow you to walk in his presence or to wear clothes.”
Of course, I do.
Kris gave a small huff of defeat and unfastened the towel, then lowered himself back onto his knees. Sitting at the table sounded promising. He fervently hoped it meant Ishmael would allow him to eat, removing the gag from his aching jaw and burning throat.
“Excellent,” Ollie said. “Now go on in and settle yourself on the cushion I’ve placed by his chair. You’ll be wise to do exactly what he says, without baulking, no matter what it is.”
Kris nodded his understanding.
Yup, got that memo. No making him mad and nothing everything he wants makes him very mad indeed.
Ollie opened the door and held it for Kris to crawl through. Kris decided to go on all fours, keeping his eyes downcast in an effort to demonstrate his complete capitulation to the man who wanted to be called his master.
“He’s natural, sir,” Ollie said as crossed the room.
“He is indeed. I’m looking forward to the rest of his training.”
Kris reached the cushion. It was a large throw pillow, exceptionally well filled. He stopped, unsure whether to sit on his bottom or kneel. He placed a hand on the cushion and paused, hoping for guidance without it being taken as rebellion.
“However you’re comfortable, my sweet.” Ishmael’s hand ruffled his damp hair with seeming affection.
Your sweet, my ass,he thought darkly, being careful to try not letting his anger show on his face.
Kris sat down cross-legged, deciding it was best to not trust his trembling limbs after a night of very little sleep followed by the morning he’d had.
“Bring me a few strawberries, please, Ollie.”
“Yes, Mr Lux.”
Kris watched as Ollie went behind the counter, opened the fridge, and took out a punnet of fresh strawberries.
“Let’s get this off you for now,” Ishmael said. “You can’t eat like that.”
Relief flooded Kris as the buckles were undone and the dildo eased from his mouth. Ishmael picked up a napkin and began wiping around his mouth and chest.
“That’s the only thing about these,”” he said, wiping his chin and nose. “They do make one drool.”
Kris licked his lips.
“Aw, my pet is thirsty.”
“I’ll bring some water,” Ollie said.
Kris watched as Ishmael sliced an egg and placed the bite in his mouth.
“The strawberries,” Ollie said, placing a small bowl of sliced berries next to Ishmael's plate. He bent down and put a small bowl on the floor. “And his water.”
Ollie shook his head imperceptibly as Kris reached to pick the bowl up. Kris frowned. If he couldn’t pick up the bowl how was he to…
Oh.
He quickly tamped down the rise of anger he felt. If either man saw so much as a hint of it, he’d be right back in that room undergoing gods knows what. He placed his hands on the floor and began to drink from the bowl.
“He’d look adorable with a pair of cat ears and a tail, wouldn’t he?” Ishmael mused.
Kris grinned. He’d worn cat ears before when he’d gone with friends to a cosplay convention. He’d gone as a cat from a manga he loved to read, Chi. If they thought cosplaying a kitten would humiliate him, they were wrong.
“I think he loves that idea, sir.”
