He had said “No” whenever Cassandra asked for it and each time her insistence ran harder
He had said “No” whenever Cassandra asked for it and each time her insistence ran harder and her patience thinner. Finally she just said, “Fuck him,” and bought the new outfit despite its heavy price because it made her feel good. Strong. Superior even. And it would cost her… When he saw it, his eyes bulged in anger, his face reddening at her disobedience. She defended herself, even plead, begging to keep it but He was not having it. They were strapped for cash and now things would be even tighter because of her. She dropped her eyes, the feeling of superiority the outfit empowered her with disappearing in an instant and she said she would take it back immediately. “No,” he said coolly, a look coming into his eyes that tied a knot in her belly. “I have another idea for it. Someday, you’re going to learn who is in charge and you WILL learn to obey and that education starts tonight.” He shut her in the bedroom closet securing the door so she could not open from within. She heard his muffled voice through the door. Who was he speaking to? Was he on the phone? In the span of a breath more voices came from within the house. Male and female she thought and her anger at being locked away turned to curiosity. And then fear. He opened the door. “What’s going on? Who’s out there?” she asked, eyes flickering past him towards the hallway where the voices could be heard. “Kneel,” he commanded, ignoring her questions. Her eyes held his for a second… and then she knelt. The collar went on first, the hard leather pressed against her creamy white throat , biting into it as he tightened it. Then came the bit gag, his deft hands working it quickly, confidently and securing it so not a word-not a sound- could be heard from her, her only thought, when did he learn this? He then attached the leash, tilting her chin upwards so that her eyes met his while she knelt before him, Cassandra sensing a huge shift in their relationship now. “Some people are here to see your new outfit and I figured you wouldn’t want to miss your chance at modeling, would you, dear?’ It wasn’t rhetorical. He wanted an answer. She shook her head. "Didn’t think so,” he said. He then began walking, the leash tightening and she was forced onto all fours, following behind him obediently as he led her into a crowd of familiar faces, Cassandra feeling her humiliation rise…and the lips between her legs moisten. “You will learn to obey,” he said into her ear just as they entered the room, the faces of those within, shocked into gaping. “Or it will get worse.” She felt a pulse between her legs, her breasts tightening knowing that if this is what was in store for her-or worse- whenever she disobeyed…she would never be obedient again. -- source link