My eyes were eager as I looked up to meet his. He has these eyes like chrome ball barrings. I swear I can seem my own fear of rejection glimmering in them. "You ready to be a good girl?" He asks. All I can do is lower my head,(more) hang it down low like a dog's tail. Shameful.
Suddenly there's a sharp jolt at my neck. I look up to see him wrapping the chain attached to the collar he had put on me around his hand. Pulled taut.
"I asked you a question," he said detached. "Perhaps you didn't hear me. I said, are you ready to be a good girl?" I felt my heart jump as he slid off those two words.
"Yes Sir," I squeaked.
"Good. Good. I only like good girls you know. I've no time to punish indiscretions." He tugged the chain again, letting me know he wanted me to follow him. I crawled across his hard wood floors on my knees, my cocktail dress pulled up over my hips. Ass exposed. And I could feel the redness coming to my shins as they lurched forward after him.
Once we reached his bedroom he let go of the chain. "Up on the bed," he instructed, and I did as I was told. That's part of the rules.
His bed was warm already, as if someone had already been sleeping in it. And it was soft too. Like a big, pastel marshmallow.
He stood there watching as I prostrated myself diagonally, from one corner to the other. "Are you going to join me?" I asked toward the ceiling.
"Oh no, Kitten," he said with a smile--though I couldn't see it. "Oh no. This is all you, honey. You're the star of the show now-- don't disappoint." (less)
Gotou stood outside the closed apartment door and contemplated it silently. He knew Masayoshi was inside; he'd seen the lights on when he came around the building. That was really no surprise, Masayoshi had a key now that they were living together, and some days he just got home(more) before Gotou did.
No, what concerned him was the level of noise that was leaking through the closed apartment door. He could pick out Masayoshi's voice, even if he couldn't quite catch the words - it would raise and lower, and there was something ... else.
Well, he could stay out here and ponder, or he could just go on with it and find out what on earth was going on in his apartment; so Gotou steeled himself and opened the door.
"-get BACK here, STOP-!"
Masayoshi skidded to a stop in the doorway between the hall and the room, soaking wet and dripping - and the dog stopped before Gotou, bubbles still in its fur. It braced its paws apart on the floor and barked at him.
The dog was a mid-sized thing, some kind of Akita breed, although it was probably larger when it was soaking wet - and Masayoshi said; "No, wait- DON'T-"
The dog shook itself out, spraying the walls and Gotou with water.
Gotou blinked, and looked from the dog - who had angled itself to scratch its head - to the already-soaked Masayoshi, who sighed exaggeratedly.
"It was like something out of a shitty straight-to-TV movie. Everyone gasped, went quiet, and started talking amongst themselves. No one could believe that just happened. Then the priest dude or whatever tried to solve the problem, asking him 'are you sure?'. But then Kim started to cry and(more) turned and stormed off stage. All within like five seconds of it." He paused. "Crazy, man. I can't believe it either, they were so good together. Turns out she was cheating on him for months and that was how he wanted to get back at her. Basically by publicly denouncing her in front of all their friends and family."
"So did he, like, rant about her or anything?"
"No. not at all. It was really simple from his perspective. He said no, and that was that."