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Chapter 11 by Luke575 Luke575

What is she up to now?

More rules

Pulling back on his pants, and wincing at the cage now filling his underwear, Luke hurried over to Julia. He found her a few doors down in what he assumed was her bedroom. There was a larger king sized bed with way too many pillows, a thick pink comforter, pink walls and carpet and posters of boy bands Luke had never heard of before. All in all, probably the most overly girly room he had ever seen, complete with one of those make up vanities and a walk in closet in the back.

Sitting on the bed with her legs crossed and looking proud she motioned around her excitedly, “well what do you think?”

“Uhh it’s a nice room, I didn’t know you were this into pink officer.”

“Hahaha, silly boi, I don’t like pink that much, but you do. This is where you’ll be staying for your punishment, and bonus it matches you cage!” You clapped in excitement and looked at him expectantly.

Luke gritted his teeth, silencing his initial impulse to tell her no. The way this day had been going, he knew had to be nice and do as she wanted, or things could go poorly for him. With a fake smile and equally fake enthusiasm he said, “Yeah I love pink, thanks...for this.”

“Oh good I’m so glad you like it, now come here and let’s go over a few more rules before I give you a break.” She patted next to her on the bed and I reluctantly sat down next to her. “First things first, you will not call me Julia or officer or whatever anymore, it’s now either mistress or mommy, okay?”

“What the- o...okay m-m-mistress.” I said dejectedly. This was going to be a bad month but maybe she’ll take it easy in me if I give in to her dumb games.

She patted my head again, and whispered, “good boi, you’re doing so well.”

“Mistress,” I began cautiously, trying to see if I could improve this a tad, “Can you please not pay my head like that? It feels...condescending.”

“Oh you don’t like that?” She asked sweetly. I shook my head no and she stroked my cheek gently, “I’m so sorry baby, I didn’t mean to make you feel that way, come here.”

I breathed a sigh of relief that she was finally being a tad reasonable, when I felt the cuffs close around my wrists again after we hugged. I looked up at her, terrified, when she growled, “on the bed, ass up, now!”

What does she do to him?

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