Whip

Gulping hard, you decide to go for the whip. A whip may hurt, but hypnosis would totally remove all free will.

As soon as you tell him, Davis smiles, and lunges forward. He's holding a cloth, and shoves it over your mouth. Chloro....it...it's chlorofooorrzzzz.....

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You wake up, completely naked, and tied in an X-shape to Davis's bed. You see Davis standing at the end of his bed, arms crossed and smirking. You squirm at the uncomfortable nature of your exposure.

"Do you want something to cover up?" he asks, level-voiced. He holds up a pink frilly diaper and a pair of tighty-whities. "Choose one."