Tease

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Knox leaves the room and I'm left sitting on the floor staring at the blank peice of paper. I start by writing number one.

I have no idea what he wants. I know what he likes in bed. But is that what this is about?

1. Follow instructions.

That seemed simple enough. He likes it when I do that. He also likes honestly though. What if being honest isn't following instructions?

2. Always tell the truth. Even if it means punishment or is embarrassing.

He'd like that one. Especially the last part. God, he infuriates me.

3. Submit to every command, no matter how degrading or humiliating it may be.

Sort of similar to the other two. But now that I'm going, I'm starting to realize what it is that he likes the most. 

4. Refer to Knox as Sir

I refuse to use 'I will' sentences. That's bullshit. I'd rather write the rules as if they're for someone else.

I'm struggling to come up with a last one. I try to think of things that I already do that please him, but maybe he'd like it if I added something creative in there.

5. Punishment for breaking rules will be accepted without argument.

I sit there and stare at the last rule. That's a mistake. I already know it.

5. If I upset you I'll-

Oh shit. I don't want first person.

5. Orgasms are earned not given.

No I don't like that either. My pen hovers over the paper, but ultimately I write another one.

5. No masturbating.

There. That's something he already doesn't let me do. Perfect.

Is it too boring though? I start writing again.

I look down at the rules and realize I didn't cross any of the other 5's out. I quickly reach down and stumble with the pen, not even really looking at which one I'm crossing out. I can make him think I want to keep all of these. There's about 15 on the page by now.

"Stop," his voice is hard. "Give me the paper."

I'm frozen, and try hard not to shake as I stop and hand it over into his awaiting palm.

He hums as he looks over the mess.

". Couldn't make up your mind?"

I shrug. He sits there and reads through them, no doubt looking at the ones I've crossed out too. My mind spins, and I can't believe I actually wrote these things.

Surprisingly we eat and go to sleep as usual after that. He doesn't have me do anything else. But he does tie my hands together to sleep. Claims he likes the idea of keeping me close and safe beside him. That little brats can't be trusted with the free use of their hands.

Load of bullshit if you ask me. He just enjoys the power trip of me asking him to untie me in the morning.
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He's up fast, and grabs for the sheet of paper disregarded on the dresser.

"Knoxxxx," I drawl.

"Yes?"

I hold my wrists out to him. He comes over a fake pout over his lips.

"What is it?"

"You're really going to make me ask?"

He just stares, an eyebrow raising. "Ask me what?"