“Miss Mary,” I said respectfully, “I’ve changed my mind. I don’t want to do this after all.”
She looked at me with those wintry eyes and frosty stare and said, “Put it on, slave, or I’ll shock you until you do.”
“But, Miss Mary…”
“Jason! You are a slave now and slaves don’t get to say what they want or don’t want,” she interrupted. “Put it on!”
She held up the remote with her finger over the next to highest button. I picked the dreadful device and put it on. I had no trouble getting it over my now flaccid p***s. I locked the padlock and hung my head waiting for the next step in the downward spiral that I had signed on to.
“From now on I want you to crawl on hands and knees except when I tell you to do a task that requires standing.”
I sunk to my knees.
“Follow me,” she said and walk
