*authors note - this second part was written from my Dom's perspective*
He scrabbled along behind me and looked up at me with absolutely pathetic eyes "Please take the spreader off". I stopped and looked down at him skeptically, pretending like I was thinking about it. He took the opportunity to try and talk his way out of it.
"I'm just slowing you down, don't you want to get there faster?"
Clearly, he didn't get that watching him struggle brings up that cruel rush for me. Or more likely he did and he's trying to push the edge of my control. Which was absolutely unacceptable. I felt the rush of annoyance and leaned into it, feeling the free expanse of the emotion. He took my pause to ride my rising irritation as an opportunity, and a stream of words trying to sway me poured out of him.
"Please Master, you know I'll be good. I'll stay right behind you the whole time we are walking and stop when you tell me to and won't say anything" (unlikely.)
"My hands are getting all roughed up and dirty on these rocks, won't you want them later? Won't you want me clean? When we stop you can put it right back on and it will be just like it will have been on the whole time. Please??"
I glared down at him and he shrunk back. I grabbed lower on the heavy chain and pulled his face up towards me. The collar bit into the back of his neck. "You don't get to have an opinion here, you don't get to have preferences, you don't get what you want unless I decide to give it to you, and I decide what you want. Is that clear?"
"Yes Master, I'm sorry Master"
"Good."
