Page 62 of Silver

Can I live with that in exchange for my education?

“Daphne.”

I jerk my gaze toward my captor. The man holding me as his prisoner and placing all these irrational demands on me.

“Lower your arms, naughty girl,” he demands.

My breath hitches when I look down to see that I’ve crossed my arms over my breasts, covering them subconsciously during my contemplation. I yank them apart.

Silver reaches over and grips my chin in the way he always does when he wants my full attention to reprimand me. I hate that having his fingers tight on my face and the furrow of his brows makes butterflies flutter in my stomach. I hate myself for being so weak that I crave the scolding he’s about to give me. I hold my breath, waiting for the tone I know he’s going to use that often reduces me to tears. Sometimes, he speaks to me like I’m a very naughty child in need of a severe punishment.

“Letting you wear that tank top is a privilege, Daphne.”

I shudder from head to toe. That’s the tone. That’s the one that always makes my pussy pulse because something is terribly wrong with me. I’m wired strangely. I’m so ashamed.

“The little white tank tops and panties are meant to help you focus. I assume you will be able to concentrate on your studies better if your pussy and your tits are covered. I’m making this concession out of kindness and deference for your feelings. It turns out I like seeing you in the tiny white garments. You look pure and sweet wearing them. But believe me when I say I’d rather you be naked at all times in this room. I can and will take away that privilege.”

He stares at me hard, a fierceness in his eyes that makes me want to apologize profusely for my bad decisions and earn back his good grace.

“You will not touch your tits, naughty girl. You will not cover them. You will not hide them from me. They are mine to look at. Mine to play with. Mine to worship when you’ve earned pleasure, and mine to discipline when you’ve displeased me. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Sir,” I manage with a shaky voice.

“You will spend the rest of the day without your tank top. Stand.”

He releases my chin and turns to face me as I rise in front of him on trembling legs.

“Arms up, little slut.”

Sniffling, I lift my arms.

My Master pulls the thin shirt over my head and sets it on the far side of the table, leaving me in nothing but the white, cotton panties.

“If you touch your tits directly or indirectly again today, I will swat them with the crop. Do I make myself clear?”

“Yes, Sir.”

He points toward the chair. “Sit,” he orders.

I do as I’m told, scooting up to the table.

“I’m not going to ask where your mind wandered to make you cover your tits because I don’t think you’re emotionally able to handle another punishment right now.”

“Thank you, Sir. I’m sorry, Sir.”

“While I have your attention, and since you obviously can’t focus on your sandwich yet, let me explain what the rest of your daily routine will look like, and then I’ll leave you to eat.”

“Yes, Sir.” I keep my hands folded in my lap, trying to ignore my nakedness. Why should I care if he sees me naked? This isn’t new. He’s intimately familiar with my body, inside and out.

“As I was saying, when you return from class, you will change, eat lunch, and then begin your studies. I expect you at your desk as quickly as possible. I’ll be watching you through the cameras. The only exception I’ll allow is if you need some kennel time. You may pause for that whenever you feel it’s necessary. That could be as soon as you get home from class, after lunch, while you study, or even later. The kennel is there for you to retreat to and center yourself. You have permission to use it as needed. Make sure you always enter it naked, that you close the gate, and that you hold on to the bars above your head and keep your knees wide. Take deep breaths and reflect on whatever’s bothering you until you feel more settled.”

I’m tense while he speaks, trying to imagine a world in which his explanation is even remotely sensible. Yet, somehow, he makes it sound perfectly reasonable.

“For the time being, I will feed you dinner like I did last night. You’ll kneel before me until you’re full. Then you’ll suckle my cock while I eat. You did well keeping my cock warm last night. It came naturally for you, and you enjoyed it.”

He’s pleased with himself. I’m embarrassed.

“After dinner, you’ll swallow my come. If you need your bottom punished, we’ll take care of that next. Then we’ll relax in the evenings until bedtime. Any questions?”