Her Male Model (Femdom)

Chained

Coal's Pov

"I can't wait to see you kneeling for me, little sub."

Fucking hell. What did I just agree to?

Kat smirks at me, running a fingertip down my chest. I hold my breath at the contact, caught between wanting to pull away, and wanting to lean into the touch.

She pokes me, and I nearly fall over.

"Go get changed. The fitting room is to your left."

She doesn't have to tell me twice. I leave immediately. I practically run from her with my tail between my legs. When I get into the room, I lock the door and lean against it. How could I agree to this??

Then again, how could I not? I've been haunted by Kat for the last week. I think about her constantly.

If it was a simple obsession, I think I could turn her down. However, it's much more than that. I crave her energy, like a moth craves the light. I simultaneously hate being around her, and hate when she's not around. She has me hooked in every sense of the word, and I could not turn her down to save my own life.

I'm weak.

I glance to my right, finding the 'clothes' Kat mentioned. A singular pair of pants...I was expecting much worse honestly. I hold up the slacks, inspecting them.

Two sizes too small. Of course. There's no way I'm fitting into these. My thighs and ass are twice that size.

However, I don't see anything else to change into. And I don't want to upset Kat in my first couple minutes of being her sub. After all, her punishments are 'intense', as she put it.

I have to try.

I put one leg in and pull, finding the material to be more stretchy than I anticipated. It fits over my thighs, but just barely. I put the other leg though and pull the slacks up, barely able to fit the material over my ass. I button the pants, and glance in the mirror.

Jesus.

The pants are so tight, I can see every single curve in my legs and ass. Of course, that's probably the point. There was no shirt provided, so I won't have anything to hide behind. Just my bare body and a pair of skin tight slacks.

This is it. I take multiple deep breaths, trying to get up the courage to see her again.

I count to three and then unlock the door, pulling it open slightly.

Before I can even take a breath, Kat is pushing the door open, coming in so fast I have to walk backwards to avoid collision. She keeps going, not stopping until I'm backed up against the wall of the fitting room.

"You were taking so long, I thought you changed your mind." She says, only a breath away from me. I can't think with her so close. The best I can do is breath heavily, and try not to embarrass myself.

"Before we start this shoot, I'm going to need your consent on a couple of things. I would hate to do something you're not comfortable with."
She says, smirking at my pathetic attempt at breathing. Something tells me she would love to do something I'm not comfortable with.

"Do I have your consent to touch you?" She asks, hovering her hand an inch away from my bare chest.

I nod, not trusting my words. She places her hand against my heart, between my pecs. Her hand is cold and small, but powerful.