A new outfit, and a new pose

The first half of the night is rough.

Your butt is just too bruised and sore to get used to the weight of a grown man's head using it as a pillow. Any sleep you find in this incredibly uncomfortable state feels like it only lasts a couple of minutes before you wake again, or at least that'd what it feels like.

At some point in the night, Blue grumbles, and rolls over off your butt, grabbing a real pillow to use instead. Seems like in reality, it wasn't the most comfortable for him either.

You mouth a silent thank you to whichever deity has granted you this small reprieve, and close your eyes, drifting off into a deep slumber.

In your dream, you are brushing your teeth, trying to get the gross salty taste of your steak's glazing out of your mouth. But then you accidentally squeeze the tube of toothpaste too hard, and it spurts onto your face. You reduce the strength of your grip, but it's too late. The toothpaste keeps coming, and coming, coating every inch of your face, engulfing you...

You start awake, quickly moving your hand to your face, expecting to find, with relief, that it is in fact dry. But instead, you hand finds moisture. Lots of sticky moisture. The dream was real??

Oh... No. Of course.

As you wipe the slime from your eyes, and dare to peek one of them open, you are greeted by the tip of Blue's monster cock, an inch away from you, right in front of your forehead.

He unleashes another two massive ropes of jism, gluing both your eyes shut once again.

"Wakey wakey, Cumslut." He says with a satisfied sigh.

Fuck you, asshole.

That's what you want to say. But that would just tempt him to torment you further.

So instead you go for something middle of the road.

"Oh, how delightful." You grunt, your voice dripping with sarcasm.

"I'm glad you like it. I'll make sure to wake you up this way again, then." Blue says smugly.

You grunt unenthusiastically, confident that he's not joking.

"Requesting permission to have a shower." You grumble, resenting how much control this asshole has over such basic necessities.

"Permission granted." Blue says happily, catching you half by surprise. You were building yourself up towards him making you leave the Pokecenter like this.

"Just make sure you are clean and dry by the time I get back from Sex Kitten."

Oh right. Your precious hat. He's clearly had the man do something to it... And whatever it is, it can't be good.

And yet... It's not something that's inside your body, so he has every right to modify it, or bin it, or burn it, as long as you're agreeing to fully comply with this ridiculous arrangement.

So you just take the wins where you can get them, give a submissive nod, and then gingerly walk towards the bathroom, dreading some extra sudden condition being added to your shower usage. But none comes.

You shudder slightly, partially with relief, but also because you wonder what Blue's got planned for you that's resulting in him being so permissive right now.

Your shower is the best 5 minutes you've experienced in a long time. You don't dare let it go on any longer, lest you fail to be dry by the time Blue returns, but you also make sure to treasure each and every one of those 300 seconds of comparative freedom and comfort and safety and privacy. You finally feel cleansed of yesterday's debauchery, from the ass-tasting forfeit in Rock Tunnel to the ass-blasting forfeit on Route 9.

Drying yourself is also somewhat serene but with some added trepidation over what is to come next. And soon enough, what's coming next, arrives.

Blue opens the door, holding your hat. Or rather, what used to be your hat.

What used to be a noble shade of red is now a girly shade of pink. But even worse, and much more notably, the word 'CUM' has been printed on the front in large letters.

"I initially asked for 'Cumslut', but apparently there wasn't enough room. I think this gets the message across just as well, though, right?"

Your stomach sinks. You feel a bit ill. This can't be the same hat your father gifted to you. Your most prized possession. The phsycial manifestation of your life goals. Reduced to instead be a physical manifestation of your sexual subservience to men.

But that's not all. Dangling in his other hand are the most ridiculous items of clothing you've ever seen. A set of pink straps made out of nylon like a mockery of a swimsuit. White gloves with weird rings on the end that don't even cover your fingers. Matching white thich high stockings. And nothing else.

You stare at them all in stunned silence.

"Get dressed quickly, Cumslut. We've got a long trek ahead of us."

...

What choice do you have but to obey.

Once you're dressed in the ridiculous clothes, you check yourself in the mirror. It looks even worse than you imagined. Every important part of you is still exposed, and several parts of you are now explicitly more sexualized than they were when you were just naked.

Blue's face appears behind you in the mirror, looking very pleased with himself. He gives you a firm spank on the rear, reminding you of how sensitive and sore it is from last night, and making you yelp.

"New rule. While wearing this outfit when other people are nearby, you are to keep one hand behind your neck and the other behind your hip. Unless they are needed for servicing cocks."

You adopt the pose instructed, testing it out, dismayed to see how impossible it is to look anything other than provocative with your arms like that. Onlookers will think you love the attention, like those outrageously slutty Cerulean sisters.

Do I really have to wear this shit? In front of the world? You can't stop thinking to yourself.

As if reading your mind, Blue speaks up.

"I should warn you, it's pretty busy downstairs in the lobby right now." He says smugly.

Thanks to your existing dread, and his persistent teasing, the fear of going out like this is becoming worse than the reality will likely be. It's time to yank the band-aid off.

"C-come on, let's get this over with!" You plead, completely failing to hide your nervousness.

Blue looks oh so very pleased with himself.