Ground rules laid out

When the film finished, uncurled from the couch and switched off the TV.

"Candy, please..." you croak.

After sitting naked on the couch for hours, you're freezing, exhausted and craving clothes.

"Candy. Please can I have my clothes back now?"

She pauses in the doorway she turns back to look at you.

"Don't be ridiculous, Sam, of course not. But now that you mention it I think we should make lay out some ground rules.

"First: Stop asking me for clothes. I'll decide what you wear and when you wear it. I don't want to hear you asking, begging or pleading me for more, because frankly, you should be grateful if I give you anything.

Second, and this will save a lot of time later: If I tell you to do something, you'll do it. I don't care how embarrassed you are about doing it, do it you will. You can complain all you like, but you won't be getting out of it.

Thirdly: You will stop covering up. There's nothing to cover up anyway."

Candy indicates for you to move your hands, which you reluctantly do. She giggles when she sees your exposed dick.

"I forgot how pathetic it is. Which brings us to your final rule: your dick belongs to me. I don't want to see you masturbating, because with a penis that small, you don't deserve to be allowed to do that.

" There will, of course, be punishments if you break any of these rules. We can test to see how flammable your clothes are, or how long you can last outside before you get arrested. And don't forget I've still got all those pictures of you. One wrong move and I can destroy your life.

"Is all that clear?"

"Y-yes..." you mumble, terrified. Could she really be that evil?

"Good. Now, tonight you'll be sleeping in the kitchen. I assume I can trust you not to jerk off?" she asked rhetorically.

Standing up, you shuffle into the kitchen.

"The floor should be comfortable enough for you."

As Candy finishes locking up the house for the night and switching off all the lights, you lie down and try to find the most comfortable part of the hard, cold, floor.

"Sleep well, Sam."

You hug yourself and shiver as you hear Candy head upstairs and a few minutes later, silence falls.

It takes a long time for you to fall asleep, but when you eventually do, you dream of clothes.