TomTord Oneshots

Service Submission

Contains(kinks): eye contact restriction, feminization (light),  service submission, stuttering(light), role reversal (as a punishment) , hair pulling, and slight praise
(I just love praising so much and my Dom really doesnt praise me ;^, "you have to go above and beyond to be praised "
"I did all of my chores"
"Well that's expected of you")

Warning: This contains TomTord and Kinky/BDSM relationships. Everything put here is meant to be apart of a RACK relationship. This is NOT meant to be about the real people.

Sub/Slave: Tord Dom/master: Tom

Leave now or forever contain your rudeness on my books.

Tord stood in front of Tom who was sitting on the couch in their shared apartment. "Master, is there anything I could do to please you right now?" Tord asked currently dressed in a pastel pink and white maids dress looking down at the floor as he spoke.

"Please get me some water, pet." Many may take Tom saying please as a submissive term, however Thomas felt like even those highest on the food chain should show their gratitude to those at the bottom. If he wanted his sub to use manners then he should lead by example.

"O-of course, sir" the norsk gave a slight bow then hurried into the kitchen to do as his master had asked of him. The two weren't in a total TPE (total power exchange) relationship, but they had arranged that on weekends Tord would go from his normal bratty submissiveness to a more formal service submissive side.

Tom of course loved both types of behaviour from Tord, and Tord liked pushing limits with Tom seeing how far he could go before getting a punishment. Tord came back in with a glass of water for Tom who accepted it. "Good boy."

Tord's eyes flickered up to meet the black orbs of the blue clad in front of him. Tom raised his brow, "I don't believe I gave you permission to make eye contact with me. Now did I little one?"

Tord's eyes fell back to the ground his hands behind him as he pouted slightly. "I-I'm s-sorry," he wasn't actually sorry he knew what he was doing, and he hopped Thomas didn't yet know.

"Do that again and you'll be sitting with your nose in the corner for an hour." Tom had done this before and knew Tom meant what he said. But any time the blue male would punish him like that he would stand behind him playing with his hair, to show Tord he was still with him, and that their play time still mattered to him.

Tord nodded understanding, but planned to push things more. Tom set his drink on the coffee table next to him, and like a cat Tord swiftly knocked the plastic cup down spilling water onto the carpet, and (DUN DUN DUN) Tom's socks.

Tom stood instantly, "clean this up now." His voice stern, his look serious as he looked down at Tord. He wasn't yelling, or even raising his voice. All that had changed was his tone.

Tord stuck his touge out, and looked Tom right in the eyes. "No," on little word that held so much power. Tord crossed his arms over his chest, and held his head high. "You don't tell me what to do."

Tom grabbed Tord by the hair, and pulled him down to the ground next to the cup. "Pick it up." Tom had a low animalistic growel to his voice.

"NO NO NO," Tord's voice was almost childish, not quiet like his age regression voice, but a voice of pure brattiness. "I'm in charge not youuuuuu!!" He stuck his touge out and fought against Tom's hand in his hair.

Tom let go of Tord's hair. "Fine then you be the boss. Tell me what to do if you know what's best." Tord stared at him. Tord had been given a chance that his bratty side seemed to want but now that he had it he didnt know what to do with it.

"U-uhm... pick up the CUUUUP." He pointed at it his voice showing how uncomfortable with this he was. Tom bent down and picked up the cup.

"Now what?" He looked at Tord who shifted from leg to leg looking down where he normally did on their play weekends.

"Take it to the kitchen! And uh put it in the sink!" He nodded as he spoke, and Tom walked the cup to the kitchen setting it in the sink.

"Next oh great wise one?" Tom bat his lashes and looked to Tord who bounced for a moment and flung his arms up.

"I don't know! This Dom stuff is too hard! I not the boss you the boss! I give up!" Tom came over, and put his arms around Tord swaying them side to side.

"Alright sweetie master will go back to being 'the boss'. Are you going to behave now my little pet?" Tord nodded, and let out a puppy whine.

"Im sorry for being a bad boy! Ill be good! I promise!" Tom smiled at red clad, and kissed his forehead.

"Good little boy."