Surrender (JackSepticEye x Reader)

Fifty-Two

The rest of the week went without incident. You practiced a little more with the U-shaped vibrator until your only tell was your shaking. But Seán, for whatever reason, found it attractive.

Then Friday came, and you felt like you could relax. There was no dinner party to dread, and your weekend with your dom was certain to be a good one again. His eyes seemed a little brighter that morning, and he gave his familiar "Top of the mornin'!" greeting to you and Stephanie as you entered his classroom.

You couldn't help but wonder what he had planned that day.

Well, you were about to find out.

Rubbing his hands together your professor looked over the class for a few moments as the chatter died down to nothing. Then at last he spoke. "Today we'll be watching pornography again, but this time it will be a very specific type. Another little lesson in BDSM, if you will. Please, pay attention to what goes on, because it will be on your upcoming quiz. Questions about the dom and sub relationship can be deferred to me at any time."

With that, he began the video, but something was terribly, terribly wrong with it. For starters, it showed your dom's face in the camera that he was very obviously setting up. Then he took a step back, to show a room you knew all too well: his spacious bedroom.

Your stomach began to churn. Surely he hadn't...?

No... no, he would have told me he would be recording our sessions. Wouldn't he? Or is this with his last sub? Cause I definitely don't remember him mentioning a camera...!

In the video he'd gone off-screen, but soon enough returned, murmuring softly. You could just barely make out the word "kitten".

Then, sure as shit, your own image came into view, crawling on the floor like the good sub you were. You realized that you could pinpoint this exact night; the second Saturday you had spent with him, when he tied you up for the first time.

There was chattering around you. You wanted to tear your eyes away from the screen but they seemed to be permanently locked onto what he was showing the class.

Tears were streaming down your face. He had recorded you, without telling you!

A gentle hand on your arm made you flinch very badly, and Stephanie recoiled back, whispering. "Are you sure this is okay to watch?"

No!!! It's NOT okay!!

You opened your mouth to speak, but your eyes caught a glimpse of your dom instead. He was watching you intently, not paying any attention to the video that he himself had made. In it you were being tied up by a loving pair of hands. Ones that had secretly recorded you.

Your entire thought process had derailed, and you ran out of the classroom blindly, one hand pressed to your mouth to try and stop the awful sounds coming from it. Were they sobs, or gagging? Perhaps a little bit of both.

You made a beeline for the bathroom, barely making it to the toilet in time as you cried and vomited out your agony.

He recorded us! He recorded us doing something that should never have been shown to anybody! Without my fucking permission!!

Some time passed, and you did not emerge, unable to get up off of the bathroom floor from your sobbing. The door opened, and a timid voice called out your name. "You okay...?" It was Steph, come to probably check up on you.

"N-no..." you wailed.

"Do you wanna talk about it?"

"He fucking recorded us and I had no fucking clue!" you screamed, partially into the toilet as you hung your head. "I... I'm so... S-Steph, please tell me he didn't keep showing the video after I ran out. Please."

She entered slowly, not saying anything, and you knew that he had kept the video going. In the name of a lesson, of course. This knowledge brought on a fresh wave of sobs, and she quietly opened the stall door to rub your back. "Let it all out," she murmured. "I'm sorry."

"Why are you sorry? You didn't record us. You didn't show that video to the entire fucking class."

"But you chose this life." You whipped around in a fit of bad humor to stare at her. She frowned a little, tucking a piece of hair out of her way. "You signed a contract, didn't you? Wasn't this just another lesson of his?"

You could not believe the words coming out of her mouth. A small part of you knew that she was right, that as your dom he had every right to do as he wished. But in that moment you did not want to hear it. You got up and shoved her out of the way as you ran out of the bathroom, nearly blinded by tears again.

By now the classroom was empty, and your belongings had been left where they were. Gathering them up you broke into another sobbing fit, finally collapsing onto the floor, face buried in your hands. "S-s-septic..." you wailed, far too late.