Making amends..

Stepping forward, I scooped up the new accessory off the floor and told Chantal “Inside”.

Despite her nervousness she entered.

Chantal began blubbering apologies and excuses about how “Mark would just fly off the handle at the thought of anyone making my life difficult!”

Along with “It’s not his fault, he has anger issues”. And on it went…

I only listened with half an ear as I closed the door behind her and pointed to the chair nearby.

She sat, but kept going on.

“Chantal”. I said, and she stopped talking.

Her hazel eyes (still flecked with bits of white, even in the pupils..) stared up at me, then she gave up all attempts at feigning innocence.

Resting bitch face was back.

“You remember what you agreed to” I calmly stated.

She said nothing but glared.

“And you remember what would happen if you disobeyed.” I reminded her.

Silence echoed, but she nodded.

“Say it” I told her.

After perhaps a minute, she opened her mouth, closed it, then opened it again.

“You would turn me into that thing again.

I nodded and said “For how long?

Somewhat meekly she replied.. “For a week”.

I nodded again.

Then pulled out the Cock & Ball sheath that was Mark. His face body outlined much like Liz’s were in the other room.

When she saw that her eyes widened “Oh no. “ She said softly.

“You have one chance” I said. “One chance of making it a one week instead of one month.”

Hazel and cream eyes glared at me.

“No more surprises. Otherwise Mark stays this way.”

She shivered, though there was no draft.

After a few minutes she asked “What’s going to happen to him?”

I inclined my head and looked at the sheath.

“Well..” I said thinking aloud. “There is a gay bar in town I could drop this at..”

Chantal’s lips formed a shocked ‘O’ but didn’t say anything.

“You wouldn’t..” she spoke hopefully.

I put Mark in my coat pocket.

“If you perform well and behave yourself, then he will only be like that for a month.”

The influencer looked like she wanted to say something, then slumped her shoulders.