Can't Say No to Her Ch. 10

Chapter 10

I was still on the floor, kneeling, when Flossie looked down at me.

Something in her tone had changed.

She'd been bossy and demanding throughout the evening, but there had always been a playfulness behind it. Now that had disappeared. The single word -- "Kneel" -- had been delivered with a sharpness that made my stomach tighten.

She gave me a cold look, and suddenly I was scared.

"The cage is connected to my phone via Bluetooth," she said, matter-of-factly. "According to the reviews, it's designed to be completely escape-proof and can only be unlocked through the phone."

Flossie raised her phone and took a picture of me.

Then her expression softened again.

"Willy," she said sweetly, "I've taken a photo for my own security."

She tapped a few things on her phone.

"It's now in a locked file on both my phone and laptop."

She looked at me seriously.

"You're far stronger than me, but if you ever lay a finger on me to try to take it off, I'll send this photo to everyone you know."

She held up her phone, showing me the picture of myself kneeling on the floor with the cage locked in place.

"Got it?"

Her voice sharpened on the last two words.

I nodded. I was defeated.

The photograph hit harder than the shocks ever could. It wasn't just pain -- it was permanence. That image existed now. It could be sent with a single tap. Friends, family, colleagues. The thought of anyone seeing me like this made my skin crawl. I was trapped in a way that went far beyond the metal between my legs.

"Can I ask a question, Flossie?"

"Hmm. Go on, then."

"How long am I going to be wearing it?"

Her reply was short.

"Until I let you out, silly."

That didn't answer the question.

"Flossie, that doesn't answer the question."

She raised her eyebrows at me, almost daring me to continue.

For once, given the situation I was in, I did.

"Flossie, I have urges. Needs. Can I even piss in this thing? I'm not sure I like whatever this is. It's uncomfortable."

As soon as I said it, there was a sudden sharp shock. My balls felt like they were on fire.

I screamed in agony. It was like nothing I'd ever experienced before.

Flossie simply looked at me, her phone still in her hand.

"Continue," she said.

"Flossie, please," I said, trying to regain my breath. "Please don't do that again. Whatever that was."

Another shock. Then another.

I was sweating profusely, completely overwhelmed by what was happening.

"You finished?" she asked.

Defeated, I looked up from where I had collapsed onto the floor. After a moment I forced myself back onto my knees, legs shaking.

Then her voice changed again.

"Willy," she said in that familiar, gentle voice, almost as though nothing had happened. "You're not going to be in it forever."

She knelt down beside me.

"I understand you have urges, but only when I decide, okay? I'm the only one that can unlock it."

She gently stroked my sweaty cheek.

The gesture calmed me down slightly, but the doubts were still there. All I knew was that I didn't want to be shocked again.

I nodded.

"I understand."

"Good boy. You will get there."

Her words sent a strange shiver through me.

Her intentions were obvious now. This wasn't just Flossie teasing me anymore. It wasn't a game she was going to let me walk away from whenever I felt like it.

I really was becoming her servant, and the cage locked around me was there to prove it.

I looked up at her, still trying to process everything that had happened in the last few minutes.

Part of me wanted to be angry. Part of me wanted to stand up, tell her this had gone too far and leave. But another part of me was terrified of what would happen if I did.

And buried underneath all of that was the uncomfortable realisation that I'd given her the power to do this. I'd agreed to the cage because I'd wanted the show. Every small yes had led me here.

Flossie seemed completely comfortable. She looked down at me as though she was simply explaining the rules of something we'd both agreed to.

"Now, for some ground rules," she continued.

I swallowed.

"You are forbidden to ask me to take it off. I will decide when the time is right. If you do ask, it'll be ten zaps."

Ten. The number immediately stuck in my head. I'd already experienced what three felt like. The thought of deliberately risking ten made my stomach turn.

I nodded slowly. The aching feeling was still deep in my stomach.

"If you're caught trying to take it off yourself -- it has sensors, by the way -- or if you try to connect to it using your phone, that'll also be ten zaps."

I stared at her. Sensors? Of course there were sensors. Somehow that made everything feel even more real. There wasn't going to be a sneaky way out of this.

She was already thinking several steps ahead of me.

Flossie continued.

"If I catch you wearing clothes in this house, five zaps."

I looked at her, trying to work out whether she'd actually said what I thought she'd said.

"You'll be completely naked around me in this house from now on."

My mind went blank for a second. This house. Those words bothered me more than anything else. It suddenly made the situation feel permanent. This wasn't just about tonight. She was talking about what would happen every time I came here from now on.

I looked around the living room. Only a few hours ago we'd been sitting at the dining table eating dinner and laughing together like normal friends. Now I was kneeling on the floor while she calmly explained the rules of my new existence in her house.

She wasn't finished.

"If I catch you using the furniture, five zaps."

I looked at the sofa behind me.

"So I can't even sit down?"

"No. You'll be naked, remember. I don't want your slimy arse on my furniture."

"Flossie, please..." I sort of begged. I wasn't even sure what for.

She let the words linger, then continued.

"And any other rules I come up with, I'll let you know."

I nodded again. There was nothing else I could really do. The list already felt overwhelming, and she was telling me there could be more.

I realised I was going to have to think before doing almost anything. And Flossie knew it. She'd taken all the ordinary things I'd done without thinking and turned them into rules.

I looked up at her. She smiled down at me.

"Clear?" she questioned.

I nodded, still sweating.

"Good."

She stood there for a moment, looking down at me.

Then she said, almost casually:

"Actually, I'm quite tired. I think that's enough for tonight."

I stared at her.

"You're... going to bed?"

"Yes."

"But--"

She raised one eyebrow.

I shut my mouth.

"Ahh, new rule," she said, as if she'd just remembered something pleasant. "You will no longer address me as Flossie in private."

I was so overwhelmed that I barely registered what she'd said.

"It's Princess from now on."

"Princess?" I questioned.

"Yes. Princess."

She seemed pleased with herself.

"And you are no longer Willy, or Will, okay? You are whatever I decide to call you. I'll think of something."

"Yes, Princess."

With that she walked out of the room, leaving me kneeling there, sweating, confused, and feeling almost every emotion under the sun.

She returned a minute later, still in the same clothes.

"Shut your eyes."

I did as I was commanded.

Something was placed over my face and tightened. A tie. My vision disappeared completely, leaving me in darkness.

"I need to get ready for bed, and you haven't earned the right to watch that yet. So you'll be blind for a little while. But continue kneeling there, okay?"

I nodded.

"Good boy."

I heard her walk away. Then came the rustling of clothes. Hangers moving. Fabric being dropped onto the floor. Every little sound seemed amplified now that I couldn't see anything. I had no idea what she was doing, and that uncertainty made my imagination run wild.

After what felt like an age, her voice finally came from somewhere nearby.

"I'm ready for bed. Would you like to stay and be useful?"

"Yes please... Princess."

The word still felt strange in my mouth.

"Come here."

I hesitated.

"On all fours."

I obeyed. I crawled slowly towards her voice, painfully aware of how absurd the whole situation had become.

"Come on, doggy."

Her voice had taken on that deliberately high-pitched tone, the sort of voice someone would use when talking to an actual dog.

"Over here."

I kept crawling until she told me to stop.

"Stay."

I froze.

"Turn ninety degrees."

I did as she said.

A moment later the television came on. Flossie began flicking through the channels as though this were the most ordinary evening imaginable.

Then I felt her feet rest across my back.

I stayed completely still. She had turned me into a piece of furniture without even seeming to think twice about it.

Her phone made a few noises beside her as she scrolled, the television continued playing, and I remained there on all fours, blindfolded and trying to process how completely different my evening had become.

"Stay and shush, doggy."

Then she went back to watching television.

I didn't move.