Asher's eyes softened when he had her kneeling up on her knees before him. Master's touch was soothing and careful while he inserted the items.
Both applications made her groan, and she cried just a little, scared that she really would lose her mind.
"Hush. This is how you dress for bed now, that's all. You'll grow used to the arousal, used to the need. It makes you a better slave for me when you feel so eager, Pet, and continual arousal is a slave's natural state. Behave for Master and get into your cage."
Jezebel crawled into it, insanely aroused. Asher did one last thing, and that was to feed a chain through the bars of the cage, which he clipped to her collar. She felt a tremor of fear when he went to the light switch, wondering if she had ever mentioned her fear of the dark.
But when he flicked the light off, it became apparent that she had either mentioned it or he had noticed it because there was a night light in the corner of the room.
Jezebel covered up with the soft fleece blankets in her cage and tried to fall asleep while her body twitched around what held her.
The first night was the hardest. Jezebel woke up four times from the sensations, feeling hot, feeling needy. All she could think in those moments was that she missed her Master and his touch.
Everything made sense under his voice and touch. But then her back touched the bars of the cage, and the chain attached to her collar rattled, and when she shifted, the metal of her cuffs twisted around her wrist and ankle.
And she felt secure again, falling back into sleep while her body kept itself naturally ready. No mercy, no release. Just slavery.
It was terrifyingly one of the greatest, most peaceful feelings she had ever experienced.
More routines. More control. Asher wrapped her in layers of both of those so tightly that it felt like home, felt like something she could never break from and didn't want to break from.
When he came to her in the morning, he woke her by rattling her chain, and she jumped awake, moaning when she automatically reacted.
Her Master opened the cage door, and when she crawled out, his hand was automatically around her throat, stroking her collar.
Jezebel looked up at him, eager to be in his hands after the long night. Whatever he saw of her gaze seemed to intensely please him because he stroked her hair back.
"Good morning, little Pet. Let's go over how you greet me." Asher pulled her close to his waist, and she automatically knew what he wanted. "As a sexual slave, you'll be serving rather often. It's better you get used to that now."
Jezebel groaned because that was something she very much wanted to be used to. She kissed him and stroked him over the fabric of his jeans until he undressed enough to free himself.
"Open up." Jezebel obeyed that before he even finished speaking, taking him in her mouth greedily, eagerly. Because it felt right to be in this state with him, and she could take him much easier after she had practiced for so long the night before.
Serving him was something she already enjoyed doing because she knew after his training that she was good at it.
Asher held her with a hand around the back of her head and one on her neck while she worked him, using both hands to stroke him when he wasn't fully in her mouth.
It was unlike her having served anyone else, too, more intense than some of the encounters she'd even had. Every movement of her head only served to make her needier for him, make her greedier, make her higher from subspace.
Asher drove her wild, and she never wanted his hand to leave her throat, but she'd settle for the collar holding her encased, for the restraints holding her heated.
"Jesus Christ." Wild pleasure whipped through her at the sound of his growl, and she lifted, moaning around him when he finished.
Jezebel swallowed automatically, and when he pulled her away, he kept his hand over her collar and lifted her face with his thumb under her jaw.
For a while, he just stared into her eyes as if he felt too feral from seeing her kneel and needed to calm himself.
"Good girl. It's time for that belt to come off, then for a shower and cleaning you. I warn you that you won't like it, and if you struggle, I'll punish you. Understood?"
Jezebel nodded, accepting that as part of her fate, something that came from being a slave. And he was right. She hated it. Well, she hated it at first.
The slave's shower was a set of chains that he tethered her with by her cuffs. Asher bathed her with a sprayer that made her shiver with cold, while calmly demanding that she stay with her legs spread open still.
When she didn't comply with that to his liking, he silently used the spreader bar to give her practice. It was awful until he stroked the shampoo and conditioner into her hair.
And then she couldn't think about what she liked or disliked anymore. Asher's touch returned her back to that special place where it was his pleasure that ruled her, his control that was perfect.
Jezebel fell back under those dark waves, wondering why she had struggled against them in the first place. The cleaning afterward was worse, but she lay in the floor and trembled while he gave it to her.
Asher watched her release it, watched her relieve herself, watched everything while she blushed in furious humiliation.
Asher fed her, too, and he had already promised that breakfast was the one time she wouldn't have special feeding. Instead, it was a kind of nutritional oatmeal, nearly flavorless and probably insanely healthy for her.
But he had a daily routine of his own, and he had work he had to do. For that, he chained her over the medical table.
"You'll be in the spreader bar, remembering the way I want you to be open for me since you had trouble in the shower." That made her whimper a little since the bar could hurt after a while, but he wasn't done after that.
No, once he had her helplessly spread open and chained, he used a lubricant that made her tearful. Whatever it was, it felt hot, like peppermint burning her without pause.
When he finished, she was already shivering in pain. And he made it worse by stroking that oil into her, the one from her very first punishment. This time, he gave her a belting instead of the paddle.
For extra measure, he blindfolded her and left her in pure hellish sensation. It wasn't long before she learned that setup was what waited for her if she tried to close herself or cover herself from him.
Jezebel was to always be open and never fight, and that message became very clear.
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*Author's note*
*Show our mc some love by giving him powerstones for three bonus chapters this weekend.*
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