"Petey, you need to stop smoking. You already have bad asthma; that'll just make it worse."
"A-aw, shut up, _____. I've been way stressed lately 'nd I deserve this."
You frowned at the male. Your hands found their way to your hips.
"Peter Kowalski, you do not deserve to have a fag. Smoking is bad for your health and if you do not put that thing out then Gary needs to knock up his game 'cause people would think he's an angel."
Petey only scoffed. He blew out some smoke, watching as it slowly disappeared.
You growled lightly. "Peter, this is definitely not like you. What are you dong?"
"I'm doing what I want to. And that is ignoring what you tell me to do."
You brought your hand up. He flinched slightly, before shaking his head and putting confidence in his stance.
That fucking whore, you thought. Your eye twitched lightly as you moved closer to the girly male.
"Jus' so you know, you brought this on."
He looked confused before you took the cigarette from him, lifting his shirt and putting it out on his stomach. Pete let out a yipe of pain.
You stared at his face when you did it. The tear that fell down his cheek was enjoyable. A grin formed on your lips.
"Now, Petey, are you gonna be a good boy and do as _____ says~? Or are you gonna be a bad little bitch and make her have to punish you more?" The dead cig was dropped to the ground before you twisted your finger on the burn. He let out a squeak.
"I-I'll be a good boy, Mistress."
"Refer to yourself as my slave when we're alone, little slut."
"Ye-yes, Mistress. I will b-be a good slave." His eyes were magnified by the water in them.
You grinned. "Good boy. I think you deserve a little reward. Go back to your dorm and get some rest; we're going to be up all night."
