Greg returned to his room, unsure of what to do. He slowly tidied the room, making the bed and then staring into the mirror, to make sure he was presentable.
Thirty minutes went by quickly, and the Dom entered his now tidy room. Gregory stopped what he was doing and kneeled, his eyes lowering.
"Good boy," Mycroft murmured. He walked over to Greg, stroking his hair. Greg flinched, immediately regretting it.
"Rule number 4, you are mine. You do not resist me," he looks down sternly at his Sub.
"Yes Sir, sorry Sir," Gregory almost whispered.
"Okay, now, there are still a few things I need to go over with you. Follow me. Hands behind back," Mycroft turns to walk out of the room, opening the door for his Sub.
Gregory followed his Dom into a room with various benches and structures. "This is our playroom, where we will come to for recreational use. This is also the punishment room, where you will be punished if you behave incorrectly."
"You may look up," Mycroft said softly, as Gregory lifted his head to glance around the room.
"What is your safeword, Gregory?"
"Um, red, Sir," Greg replied.
"Very well."
