"The rule is that you wear it every time you leave the house, no exceptions," she said as she pulled him inside the house.
"But, Kim, I was just going down to the mailbox."
"Every time. No exceptions. It is not only about the mask protecting you and me, it is a rule I gave you. It seems you need some reminders. Go, wash your hands."
David hung his head, placed the mail on the end of the counter and walked to the kitchen sink. He told himself he knew better. Kim's rules were not for him to pick to choose. They were for him to obey.
He still occasionally struggled with thinking that some were more important than others. Kim demanded that no glass be served to her with more than one third full of ice, if any at all. He assumed she preferred it that way, so it was important for him to do it. When he failed, it meant punishment related to the offense.
She had inserted ice cubes in his ass, had David stand on ice while she finished her corrected beverage. The last time he made that mistake it was 3 days of baths for him, instead of showers, with cold water and a bowl full of ice cubes added. It had been over a year since he had made that error. There were other rules that seemed to David as less important. Kim had instructed David to throw all receipts, that were not needed, into the kitchen trash. David had mistakenly left a receipt in the pocket of his jeans and washed them. David decided, since the receipt was unreadable, it would be fine to toss it into the laundry room trash bin. He was wrong. Kim had him leaning over the kitchen trash can while she spanked him, jeans and underwear pulled down, with a kitchen spoon and questioned him about his offense. David repeated numerous times the rule of where receipts were to be disposed. In order to show his understanding David explained he understood the reasoning of private information being more secure in a tied kitchen bag. At that point, the punishment changed. David was taken to the basement, stripped completely and secured to the spanking bench. Kim proceeded to cane him and questioned how she had failed to make it clear that her commands needed no understanding, they just existed for him to do. David relented and explained he understood to stop one of the most severe punishments Kim had ever doled out to him, but he still struggled logically with some rules.
After washing his hands to the tune of Happy Birthday, twice, he dried them completely and folded the kitchen towel the he returned precisely to the oven handle,
"I'm sorry, Miss, it won't happen again."
"Hmmm, we'll see. Now, since this was about not wearing something, I believe wearing something would be a fitting reminder. Bring me your cock cage."
"Yes, Miss," David replied as he padded off to get his chastity device. He was never required to wear it too often. He reflected that usually it was during times that they were out of the house and Kim would take pleasure in teasing him for an evening or weekend away.
David opened the nightstand drawer and pulled out the red plush bag. The contents hung heavily in the bottom as be opened the top. Upending the pouch, the metal cage slid the length of the bag and dropped into his waiting hand along with 3 clinking rings of different sizes. Placing the bag down, he fingered the rings.
