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​CONTENT WARNINGS:

​MATURE CONTENT (18+)

Power Dynamics & Praise/Command Speech

​Psychological Tension

Physical Disability (Chronic Pain)

Phobia: Being Watched

​I watch Colton’s big hands hold my small, oil-stained ones. He starts to gently wipe my skin with a cloth soaked in warm water. My heart is still beating fast, but this time, it’s because of how he is touching me.

​"Okay, now the next one, little mouse," he says in a calm tone. I look away; my heart feels like it's going 100 mph.

​"Little mouse, you need to focus on me," he says in a boss-like tone.

​I feel his large hand grab my chin gently, tilting my face until I am forced to look at him. He scoots closer until I feel his long leg pressing against my side.

​"That's my good boy," he says in a low, authoritative voice. I feel my face get warm. Why do I like the way he praises me? I feel something I don't understand. "Don't look away. You don't want to be a bad boy, right?" His eyes look like a monster that is hungry.

​I gulp. I want to comply. I nod. He smiles at me. "That’s my good little mouse," he says, his voice sounding starved.

​"I... am... sorry," I whisper. I feel like my words are stuck in my throat.

​He leans closer, invading my space. "My little mouse, 'sorry' isn't enough. You have to stay still until I allow you to move. Do you want your reward?"

​I nod again. I want to follow his orders. I want to feel him more. Why am I wanting this? "That’s my good little mouse," he says. He slides his hand over my chest, right over my heart. "You are excited, my little mouse. I can feel it." He licks his lips and leans down. He smells like metal and something sweet.

​"You are doing so good. Let me give you a reward now," he says in a low, monster-like tone.