Obedience Isn’t a Choice
It started off like any other night.
I had just finished cleaning the kitchen, countertops wiped down, floor spotless, everything ready for Sir Declan’s return. I thought I was done for the night.
Then I turned around.
He was standing there.
Before I could even say a word, I was pushed up against the wall. His hand pressed against my back, firm and steady, while the other grabbed my wrists and pulled them behind my back. The sharp sound of zip ties tightening filled the room.
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Once he had full control, he didn’t say a word.
He led me to the couch, each step reminding me that I wasn’t in charge of anything anymore. He shoved me down into the cushions, adjusting me exactly how he wanted, bent forward, exposed, completely vulnerable. My shorts and underwear were yanked down in one motion. I could feel his breath close behind me.
The first smack landed hard.
Then another. And another. Each one heavier than the last until the heat on my ass turned into a deep, stinging burn. I could barely stay still, but the zip ties kept me from moving too much. When he was finally satisfied, he ran his hand over my skin, feeling the warmth and redness he caused.
But it wasn’t over.
He grabbed me by the collar of my shirt and dragged me to the bedroom. The cage door clanged open, zip ties cut and before I could even get a word out, he shoved me inside. My wrists were cuffed behind my back now, the cold steel replacing the zip ties. Then came the heavy collar, a solid steel band locked tight around my neck.
A padlock clicked, then another.
A chain ran from the top of the cage to my collar, locking me into a kneeling position. I could barely shift my weight without hearing the rattle of metal. My head hung low, my body trembling, the marks on my ass still throbbing.
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I had no idea how long I’d be there.
Minutes felt like hours. Every sound in the house made me wonder if he was coming back or if he was just watching.
Thirty minutes later, I finally heard the keys.
The locks opened one by one. My wrists were freed. The collar came off. I was exhausted, red, and still shaking.
All I knew was that my ass had been punished and Sir Declan had gotten exactly what he wanted.
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