Yandere Grell x Male!Reader

Back to your routine

After your bath and some time to relax, you figured out what to do next. Perhaps since you became submissive, she's learned to trust you more. If she did in fact trust you, maybe you could eventually allow you to look around. Perhaps under her supervision at first, but eventually on your own. You just had to keep convincing her that you were submissive. She was sleeping next to you while you sat up, looking around. She could sense your weight moving in the bed, and the doors creaked each time they opened. Obviously, this was all planned. You decided not to take your chance at escape so quickly- this would mean leaving without any way to defend yourself, there was a high chance she either kept your death scythe somewhere hidden in the house, or at your apartment. It was more likely she left it there, harder for you to get to even if you escaped. You wouldn't even have time to look around for the possibility of your death scythe being here if you left. Wait, didn't you see her with it at one point? It's better to explore and know what you have here first. You decided to as carefully as possible get up, making sure not to shift the weight of the bed too much as you did so. As mentioned, the doors creak so it wouldn't be a good to leave...except to use the bathroom. You snuck around to the bathroom, and as soon as you closed the door you heard Grell quickly get out of bed. With that kind of paranoia, she had to have left the door open. She was just beginning to trust you, you can't spoil this for yourself. "I'm in the bathroom," you called out, and heard a relieved sigh from her outside. "Oh thank goodness, I had a terrible nightmare that you left me..." you could hear her talk and ramble on, but you only cared about the part that she left the door open, and listened to hear the clicking of the lock. However, the sound never came, instead the sound of her voice asking, "...but I can trust you now, right, sweetheart? You wouldn't leave me again, would you?" Now's your chance to convince her, finally you're getting somewhere. "Of course, I won't leave you. I love you." You had to choke out the last part, still worried you weren't convincing enough, but you assumed it sounded natural enough to earn a pleased noise from Grell. "Oh I dreamed of the day you would say that! Finally, he admits it! Ah you'll be mine forever, my love!" You could hear her yelling   and rambling from outside, and it now honestly kinda scared you to come out. But, you couldn't hide in there forever. You finished up your business and cautiously opened the door, being instantly pulled into a strong hug, lifting you off your feet. "My dear I'm so glad you admit it; it's so much different hearing it with my own ears, I love you so much! Of course you can't leave the house, you're still mine and all but- ah whatever, you sweet thing I could just cradle you in my arms for all eternity~!" She planted kisses all over your face and head as you squirmed around in her grip. "Would you please put me down-" you dared try to speak, only to be cut off my more of her over-excited yelling. "No! Never! Oh (y/n), now you truly see I'd bear your children if only you'd let me~" EW. Not only were you thankful she couldn't, you wouldn't even want a child anyway. You couldn't, especially not with her if either of you ever could, you didn't even know what to do with that comment. You really wish you could un-hear that. She finally set you down, giving you a bright, toothy smile, while you stood there awkwardly, not quite knowing what to do. She wasn't giving you that stare, so you assumed you were safe for now. She gave you a kiss on the cheek, then left the room; probably to make breakfast. Once again, as you had thought, she left the door open and unlocked. Cautiously, you followed her to the kitchen from a distance. You kept your footsteps light, walking closer to the wall until you stepped into the opening. You were quiet, but only for a few footsteps as right before the entry to the kitchen, the floor creaked, giving away your location. Grell emitted a noise of shock when she heard the noise, jumping and yelling; "Sweetheart why must you scare me like that?! Why aren't you-" she took a second to compose herself, shortly thinking things over, "...I see. You know I really shouldn't let you out of that room, but, at least now I can have a little bit of trust in you, right, my dear?" You sat down, nodding and letting out a small "yes, madame." She smiled, finishing breakfast for the both of you and bringing it to you. "Good. Now I hope you like what I've made, and maybe you can help me with some cleaning around the house today. The dining room needs to be dusted, dishes need to be washed, and I need to make absolutely sure you can be trusted. Then again, you already do know the price to pay for your disobedience, don't you? Well, either way, I must make sure-" you just let her continue rambling, giving your usual "yes, madame" at every point necessary. When she was done, she gave you a sweet smile and ran her fingers through your hair, kissing your head. "I'm so glad I get to see that sweet side of you again, so soft and kind~. I love you so much when you're like this, so sweet and submissive~. Well, whenever you finish, I'll dress you and we can get started with chores. Are we clear, love?" You lifted your eyebrow, and sure it wasn't uncommon for her to do that, but, you felt like you should at least have some privacy. "Thank you but, I can dress myself, madame-" She cut you off and chuckled and kissed the top of your head, but you knew something was up, already expecting the threat. "You poor little thing, I'm afraid not. I still own you, you know. Don't push your limits, darling, you know I still could put you on a leash, that is if you would want that~." You shook your head, quickly supplementing a "no, please don't-" but you could tell she was already considering it. "The more you resist, love, the more tempted I am to do it. You should know this by now, sweetheart. Now, come with me." She grabbed your wrist and stood up, leading you back to the bedroom. She made you sit on the bed as she picked out your clothes to the day, forcing you to put on the red thigh-highs under your pants and eventually after many protests and threats, forced a red collar and leash around your neck, disgusting you and making your stomach churn. Of course, she gave little comments about how 'cute' you looked, prideful of what she's done. She knew just about every way to humiliate you, didn't she? The leash was quite long, giving you room to wander and do your work but still under her supervision and direct control. "Come along now, (y/n), dishes are first." She chimed, holding your leash as you followed her, getting straight to work as you hoped you could redeem yourself and not have to be in this stupid damn thing. She sat on the counter, continuing to hold the leash and watch you work, trying to be done as quickly as possible, but still doing a decent job. "There's no need to rush, my love, that only just gives us more alone time~. Which of course I enjoy, but I just love watching you work; being under my control, needing my supervision like the cute, pathetic little thing you are~" Her comments only riled you up, wanting to snap back at her; you didn't need her supervision, you needed to escape. Regardless, you mumbled out a small "yes, madame". But within a second you felt a sharp pain in your back, causing you cry out in pain and drop the plate you were currently washing, it shattering against the floor as she whipped you. "Yes, what? Would you like to try that again, my dear?" You were disgusted with yourself saying it, but managed to mumble out "yes, mistress" before you could suffer another lash. "Good boy. Now pick that mess up before you start washing again." You knelt down, picking up the pieces of the plate, careful not to cut yourself on the sharp edges, walking over to the trash can and throwing the pieces away, then returning to your work, washing more slowly as she instructed. You worked with your mind blank, feeling that same certain numbness as you did when you worked at your office. You felt displaced; your hands didn't feel like yours, you didn't quite feel real. All that existed was the work in front of you, time melting away as you kept working, and the feeling of the fabric of your clothes against your skin, this including the entirety of the leash. You kept working until eventually your hands reached around the empty space for an object that wasn't there, your senses somewhat came back, breaking the routine to dry off your hands. She noticed, yanking your leash and walking over towards you, then knelt down to get the dust rag out of the cabinet. "On to the next chore, love! Good boy, hardly even resisting your chores today. Well, come along, sweetheart!" She spoke in her singsong voice, pulling you along to the dining room. You hoped this wouldn't last long, but at least you knew doors were kept open. She'll trust you eventually, right? You felt your escape just within arm's reach, but you didn't know how much longer you could hold out. You already felt nauseous with this collar around your neck, her tugging made it increasingly harder to hold back from throwing up, and breaking down; you had to keep up your act for just a little while longer.