Control?

Jacob returned from the kitchen after a moment with a beer and glass filled with a pink drink in his hand. He sat back down and offered the glass to you. Remembering what happened with the blunt, you silently took the drink and took a sip. Jacob cracked his beer can open and took a sip, saying, "So, done thinking boi?"

You swallowed your sip of the raspberry-flavored vodka drink, then said, "Sir, I think that it's like the leash. You want to show me how much control you have over me. You could have had me shave myself, but doing it yourself reinforces that I'm your bitch."

Jacob smiled, then took another sip of his beer. "You're pretty smart. Good boi." He reached out and patted your head, "Now finish your drink." You did as he commanded and looked up expectantly. "I want you to shave yourself from now. You must be perfectly hairless everyday. In addition..." he paused as he grabbed a notepad off the table and wrote something down on it, "... this is the address of a lingerie store. As soon as you leave my house I want you to go there. Ask for Kara, tell here that Sir Jacob sent you to get your measurements and your first bra and panties. Get something pink, take a picture of yourself in the changing room and text it to me. Do you understand?"

You suddenly became flustered. It was one thing doing this for just him, but in front of someone else... What if someone from school saw you...

_But if control's his thing, I don't think he'll take well to me saying I can't do this. _You mentally sighed, fine.

You finally spoke, "I... I understand, Sir."

Jacob grabbed his blunt and re-lit it, taking another hit. "Good. Now take off the collar, then get dressed and get the fuck out of my sight. Come back tomorrow wearing your new lingerie under your day-clothes. Instead of getting naked you'll strip down to those." He picked back up his controller and mic, loading up another game.

You quickly and quietly got dressed and left, plugging the lingerie store into your phone's GPS.