Sub

The First Safeword

Yoongi was awoken by his phone vibrating, and at first he was annoyed, thinking it was yet another angry call from Sai.

But when he looked at the screen, it was much worse.

Ever since the rumor had started, Yoongi had been getting calls, texts and emails from unknown numbers. They ranged from asking about him, to asking about Namjoon, to saying increasingly rude things about both of them.

Mostly though, they were insults and threats aimed at Yoongi.

You seriously lost to a fucking high school brat??? LMAO YOU'RE NOT A DOM.

Everyone's saying you lost, Suga. Guess that makes you a sub. Come to the next sub playdate at the mansion, me and the other doms would love to break your tight ass in.

LOSER RETARD FAG KYS

Told you a soft dom couldn't be a real dom. If you had just slapped your bitch around this wouldn't have happened.

This is what you get for making a bet out of BDSM.

Yoongi blocked the numbers as usual, but there would be more. There were simply too many people out there, he couldn't block them all.

He wondered if he should just get a new email and phone number at this point. But that would be admitting defeat, and Yoongi was competitive.

He rolled out of bed and checked the time. They only had two hours before the toy had its appointment, and Yoongi definitely didn't want to be late.

He showered quickly, brushed his hair and teeth, and pulled on a clean black outfit.

As usual, he stood in front of the toys door and listened, wondering if it had broken down yet.

There were no muffled cries, and Yoongi grinned.

Good. They could keep going.

He unlocked the door and stepped inside the room.

"Wake up, pet." He called, walking over to the cage, banging on the top of it.

The toy raised its head from its bent knees and looked wearily at him. It probably hadn't gotten much sleep in the small cage, but that didn't bother Yoongi. It would only help him to win the bet in the long run if the toys mental and physical health suffered.

Speaking of suffering...

"We have a big day today," Yoongi repeated his words from last night as he unlocked the cage. He left the toy to crawl out painfully on its own, instead focusing on the closet. He opened it and ruffled through the clothing inside. "It needs to wear something special for the occasion."

He didn't bother to explain what the occasion was. He liked keeping the toy in the dark until the last possible moment.

He picked out a red crop top that had no back to it and long, flowy sleeves as the toys shirt. It had a string that would tie around the toys neck to keep it from falling off, keeping the toys back fully exposed. A silk skirt in a matching red color, a pair of two inch red pumps and a thin red choker completed the ensemble.

He carried the clothes back to the toy, who was waiting patiently in Position A for Yoongi to throw the clothes on it again.

"Arms up." Yoongi commanded, pressing the button on the wall to make the chains lower.

The toy obeyed, rising slowly to its feet. This time, it managed to not let the clothes fall to the floor.

Yoongi hummed as he slid the crop top on before chaining the toys wrists, since it had sleeves it needed to put on first. He walked behind the toy to tie the string in a knot at the base of its neck, below the collar.