The harness was a must, though. I had to be able to easily grab him, especially when he’d gotten the nerve to make half-hearted attempts to escape.
As much of a mouthy brat as he was, he knew one thing: he wasn’t going to just get out of this. He could run, but there wasn’t anywhere to run to. He was smart enough to understand it would only make things worse for him, even if it took him a little bit of time to accept it.
Motion caught my eye, and I saw him shifting onto all fours.
My cock was hard in an instant, and I imagined how it might feel to plunge into that ass. After all, why was I waiting? It might break him down faster if I fucked him senseless, and he belonged to me. What was stopping me?
It wasn’t like I could say it was some sort of societal rule when I’d had him kidnapped and was keeping him in my basement. But it felt like it was a step too far… even though I knew I wouldn’t wait forever. I wanted him to be mine, I wanted him to yield, but if he didn’t…
I would do what I had to.
That thought should’ve turned me off, but it had me throbbing. I really was a sick fuck, and he was right. The problem was that I had about zero motivation to fix it.
If anything, I had motivation to go deeper down the rabbit hole.
I watched him for another moment then stood. I’d take the gag out as long as he stopped running his mouth, but it was time for the harness. It would probably have about the same impact as the enemas had, which meant it would push him one step closer in the direction I wanted him to go.
It was another sign of ownership, every bit as much as the collar was.
After that… I had to maintain what we were doing, but I couldn’t let the momentum get too fast or he’d break in ways I wouldn’t like. Or would he be able to resist even more? I didn’t know.
Swap the gag for the harness, then, and continue to keep him off balance. Feed him, keep his waterer full, make him do his own enemas, then we’d introduce the tail.
Then… We’d see.
I headed downstairs, not greeting him or acknowledging him even though I could see him sitting back down. He’d have to stop that, but it would take some time.
I found the harness, the supple leather soft in my hand. He’d been lucky that I’d decided to get the more expensive equipment, or he’d be in for a lot of chafing. As it was, it would take some getting used to.
He eyed it — and me — with dread, his gaze darting between me and the harness.
“Do you know what this is?” I asked, knowing perfectly well he couldn’t answer me.
He shook his head slightly, still looking apprehensively at it.
“It’s a harness,” I told him. “It’s going to go around you and make sure I have plenty of handholds to grab you with if you try to go running off on me again.”
He didn’t look pleased, but it was hard to take him seriously when he looked so beautiful. His hands were trapped in those mitts, and a little bit of drool ran down his chin that had to be seriously damaging to his pride.
If only he’d stayed on all fours.
“It’ll be comfortable,” I continued. “And you’ll get used to it being like your clothing after a while.”
He snorted.
I shrugged. “Either way, I’m trading out the ball gag for the harness… Unless you want the gag to stay in?”
He shook his head vigorously, not needing to think about that particular decision. The gag couldn’t be pleasant, likely tasting of plastic and smelling of it too, and keeping his mouth more than just a bit open. I loved the look of it and how helpless it made him… but this was about more than a perfect mental image.
I nodded in turn, heading for the cell door. He stayed back as I unlocked it, probably desperate to have the gag out. Not being able to talk did seem to be a major punishment to the snarky little thing in my kennel.
Then again, it was supposed to be.
I closed the cell door behind me, though I didn’t lock it in place. I didn’t think he was going to run, and even if he did, he’d be fucking himself over.
He didn’t move, only leaning up a little and watching me expectantly.
Only this piece of work could look so demanding with a ball gag stuck in his mouth.
