No, he holds back

York, to Kat’s surprise, didn’t escalate further than touching her thigh. Not long after, they arrived at his home. The redhead’s face matched her hair. She had never thought of York in a sexual way before. He’d always just been a bully. An ugly byproduct of a backwards world. Even when he bought her, she thought of it only as a way to humiliate her.

York had just revealed a piece of his truer, darker nature. He had reminded her that this was actually the easy part. This new life would get a lot worse before it got better.

Stepping through the entryway, Kat was in awe at the size of the ground floor. The high ceiling towered above her like an artificial sky. Authentic hardwood stretched from the entryway and into the kitchen. Every piece of technology inside was state-of-the-art. Every piece of furniture was designer. Kat knew nothing about money, but even she could tell there was millions invested into the inside of this home. It was the kind of place she always wanted to live. Not quite so big that you spend all day cleaning, but with no spared expense to comfort and luxury. It was bittersweet to share it with a monster.

“Pretty nice digs, eh, Mrs. Harrington?” York asked.

Kat’s eyes twinkled. “It’s breathtaking, sir.”

That was the first compliment Kat had ever paid York of her own free will. She suspected it would also be the last, but kept her fingers crossed. York seemed to notice her earnestness. It could have been Kat’s imagination, but she swore she saw a twinge of warmth on his face as he watched her marvel at his home.

“Here’s where you’ll spend most of your life,” York quipped, bringing Kat to the kitchen.

Smart appliances weren’t something Kat cared too much about, but seeing the brand new oven and fridge did give her a rush of excitement. She was so done with the tired, rickety appliances at her dad’s house. If nothing else, having an oven that cooks at the set temperature would be a small win every day.

“The sink is huge. I’ll never run out of room,” she noted.

“Glad to see you’re a fan of huge things,” he joked.

Kat did not dignify that with a response, and the two eventually moved upstairs. They entered the bedroom. It was clean and orderly. The walls were a medium gray and the floors were a dark hard wood. The only decor in the room was a fake houseplant, and the what looked like a cage in the corner.

“Kinda dull,” Kat said.

“You were expecting more?” York asked.

“No,” Kat giggled.

She couldn’t believe she laughed at something. It felt wrong. Like laughing at a funeral.

“Well, Don’t forget the best part!” York gestured to the cage, “Your new bed, Kitty Kat.”

Kat examined the cage. It was pretty large. Almost large enough for her to stand in. Inside was a thick mattress with pink sheets that were custom made to say “Master’s Little Kitty Kat” in big bold letters in the center.

“Very funny,” she grumbled.

“I’m not joking.” York’s sneering demeanor darkened.

“You are not fucking caging me!” Kat protested.

“Talk to me like that again,” he warned.

Kat didn’t care anymore. “Fuck you.”

York grabbed her collar’s remote. “Ah, good. Was hoping I’d get to try this soon.”

Before Kat could argue again, York pressed the button. The muscles in her neck seized up. There was an intense explosion of pain. Immediately, she screamed and dropped to the floor.

“And that’s just Level One,” York said.

Kat couldn’t speak, even to beg for his mercy. Her muscles still felt like they were twisting and writhing from the shock. Still on her knees, Kat held her hand up as the other still pulled at the torture device on her neck.

York calmly knelt down in front of her. He gripped her face tightly, and forced Kat to meet his gaze.

“Disrespect me like that again, and that shock will feel like a fucking massage compared to what I do to you. You are not an equal. What you want does not matter. If I say get in the cage, you get in. If I say choke on my cock, you choke. If that is fucking simple enough for you to understand, say ‘yes, Master.’” York let go of Kat’s face.

Kat looked up at York with terror in her eyes. “Y-yes…Master.”

Kat cursed herself. One shock and she became a coward.

He gave Kat a little pat of the head. “Good girl. See? That wasn’t so hard, was it?”

Tears flooded her cheeks as she shook her head.

This was bad. She thought she had been ready for the collar. That it would be like the shock collars they use on dogs. She and her friend had even tested her friend’s dog’s shock collar in the 4th grade, just to be ready. It didn’t feel anything like that. Somehow, her situation continued to find a way to worsen.

York beamed. She had never seen him so pleased with himself. As the pain and shock subsided, Kat became overwhelmed with rage. She felt cornered. She didn’t want to play this game anymore.

“You know what? Why don’t you be a good kitty and get in the cage and think about your behavior? Show Master you want to be a good girl,” York teased.