"Jeans off."
She complies, with the elegance of a drunk ballerina on roller skates.
"Panties."
Her face glistens red, partly from the exertion of getting out of her tight fitting jeans in the narrow confines of the changing room, partly because of the bullet vibrator against her clit and partly, probably mostly partly, due to the fact that she is hornier than sailor on shore leave.
"What do we have here?" he says.
He picks up the bullet vibrator from the folds of her panties.
"It looks like you lost something. Something quite important. Good fuck toys should not lose important things. Carelessness is not a behaviour that needs to be encouraged."
He holds the silver bullet on the flat of his palm. He inspects it as if it is the first time he has seen it.
"You've made a right royal mess of this as well."
He holds his palm towards her, the toy on the flat of his palm like a precious stone on a silver plate.
"Can you see how slimy it is?"
She nods.
"Nods are not words, Fuck Bunny."
"Yes, sir."
He puts his palm to her mouth and shoves the bullet into her mouth.
"First rule, Fuck Bunny. You make a mess you clean it up. Understood?"
She nods.
"Nodding is not speaking, Fuck Bunny. You are going to have to pay attention and keep up. I hate repeating myself."
"Yescch Sisssr", she says, the vibrator in her mouth impacting on her ability to speak clearly.
"Good. Is it clean yet?"
She nods.
Oh fuck, why did she just do that?
He pinches both her nipples between thumb and finger, twists and pulls.
"Fuuuuck." She hisses. Her eyes water from the sharp pain.
"I don't know how to make it clear to you, Fuck Bunny. You seem completely incapable of following the simplest of instructions. You ever nod your little fuck toy head again, instead of answering a direct question ... with your little round cock-sucking-mouth, then you will endure pain, the likes of which you have never felt before."
He twists her nipples again. Harder this time. His thumb and forefinger like vice grips.
She yelps, her knees buckle.
"Lots of pain, Fuck Bunny."
"Owwww, owww, shit." She says.
The pain is searing, intense and ... enjoyable?
Seth lets go of her nipples. She stumbles backwards.
Fuck. That hurt like fuck.
"Understood?"
She almost says, "Yes, sir."
Almost, but she catches herself in time. She looks him in the eye. She casts what she hopes is a sweet, innocent smile and nods again, deliberately exaggerating the vertical movement of her chin.
She looks him defiantly in the eye. A look that says, "I'm ready for anything you can dish out."
Seth chuckles. He shakes his head and takes a step back, placing his hands on his hips.
She braces for more searing pain in her nipples.
Which does not come.
He cups her pussy with his right hand, jerking his hand upright, lifting her onto her toes, before deftly finding her engorged clit and repeating what he had done to her nipples on her clit.
Holy fuck.
It hurts like hell on a warm day.
He clamps his left hand over her mouth.
