I knew what I was doing last night when I pulled my jeans on over boxer style panties then popped my head through the turtle neck after putting on the thickly padded bra. I knew Knight would be displeased because every single piece of clothing was exactly what he did not like and had expressly warned me not to wear. I was pissy, though, and did it anyway.

Today, he sent me a package with a not saying: You will be dressed in ONLY the contents of this package along with your 5 inch white sandals. You will be standing by the curb at PRECISELY 6:00 p.m. Disobey and suffer dire consequences. K

I gulped and opened the package.

I paled, but knew I would obey. Yes, Knight would keep his word with the consequence, but that’s not why I obeyed. I did so because I had intentionally pissed him off last night and this was my just reward. I replaced my small nipple piercings first. The thick shield of the pair he had sent forced my nips to elongate. There would be no hiding them.

The plug was a bit larger than was comfortable, but certainly wasn’t painful and the dropped jewel hung about three inches down. It would also be uncomfortable swinging between my legs every time I took a step.

Then, I picked up the dress. The top was heavily boned and the back laced up like a corset. It took a while, but I finally managed to get it on, tighten the laces, and slip on my sandals. I fixed my hair and make-up and was on the curb five minutes early.

The limo pulled up and Stephen, Knight’s driver, stepped around to open my door. Awkwardly I slipped into the car. Before Stephen had returned to his seat, Knight had his hand beneath the dress checking to make sure I had complied. He nodded his approval and asked how long I had been standing outside of my apartment.

“Five minutes,” I answered. “I didn’t want to take a chance on being late.”

“Ah. But that means you were not there precisely on time, were you?” He patted his lap and reached for a paddle.

I paled and began to shake a bit. He really was pissed about last night! Wordlessly, I lay across his lap. He flipped up my short skirt and began alternating spanks from one cheek to another. The paddle was thick and hard and Knight was in no mood for mercy. I cried out and bit my lip until it bleed trying not to cry. Nonetheless, after a few minutes, tears began to flow. Only then did Knight stop.

“Thank me.”

I slid onto the floor and unzipped his trousers, releasing his cock. I kept my eyes upward, my face streaked with mascara and tears, as I sucked. He grasped my hair in his fist and scolded me.

“You intentionally disobeyed me yesterday. I will not show mercy today. If I do, you will never learn that I am serious about my orders.”

Naturally, I could say nothing since my mouth was full of cock, but he was right. I’d been with three other dominants, and all of them had let me get by with far too much. I loved that Knight wouldn’t put up with my brattiness.

He tugged tightly on my hair, closed his eyes, and released down my throat. I swallowed it all, pleased. If he had still been angry, he’d have never allowed me to do this.

I remained sitting on the floor while he tucked himself back into his trousers. Only then did he offer me his hand to help me back onto the cushioned bench seat. My face was still a mess, but he hadn’t given me permission to clean it. My ass was on fire and, despite the deep cushions, the plug pressed uncomfortable inside my anus.

“Turn your back towards me. The lacing needs tightened,” he ordered.

I did so, sucking in my breath. He adjusted the laces so that they were horribly tight. I couldn’t bend at the waist even if I wanted to. I would either have to squat or bend at the hips if I dropped something. Squatting would be awkward and bending at the hips would show the dangling jewel.

We arrived at his club where again, Stephen helped me out of the car, a satisfied smirk on his face. Obviously, he had heard everything. Knight placed a hand on my lower back and ushered me into the dark building and to a private booth in the back of the room. Music from the live band reverberated throughout the space. There was a bottle of champagne chilling next to our table and a tray of crackers, butter, and caviar set out for us.

Knight poured us both a glass of bubbly and said, “You will look at no one but me tonight. You will speak to no one but me, not even in the ladies room. You will obey me without question or hesitation.”

“I will, Knight,” I answered, thrilled with such specific and strict guidelines. My pussy was dripping with eagerness to obey.

Disobedience comes at a price -2