An apology

“How was your day?” He asks, as if you had just gotten back from school or a shift at a job, not being locked in a **** box for hours while you got used from both ends.

“I’ve been better.” You reply coldly.

“Have you learned your lesson?” He says

“What lesson would that be?”

“That I’m the one in charge here, and if I want you to jerk someone off or swallow their cum then your job is to do it. If you have, I’ll let you out of that collar and you can spend the rest of the summer here as a guest. Minus the clothes that is. None of us wear clothes anyway and it would be a reminder to not step out of line again.”

“And if I say no?”

“If you’re silly enough to say no then the collar stays on and I make the last 8 hours in that box look like a time-out corner by comparison.”