"Could you give examples of those?" There's something in Petrick's voice, Pete can't figure it out.
It's Pete's turn to fluster, "Well, praise would be like calling me a good boy and rewarding me when I do good. If you were to degrade me you might call me names or treat me as a lesser. You can also combine them, that would be like, adding good to the names you call me. It can kinda overlap with humiliation play and stuff." His voice is small and weak.
"You did a really good job explaining all of that, but can you tell me more about humiliation? It would be nice if you gave me an example." The look, the confidence, he knows what he's doing.
"I-It would-," he can't think of anything outside of this, "This. This is humiliation play. I feel small, like I can't do anything, but in a good way. I feel dumb because of how this all is affecting me and it just adds and it's so good. I-I-I-"
Patrick gets really close, Pete feels so so small, "fucking spit it out already" it's rough and demanding, Pete's head is spinning with it.
"I love it. I want more. Please give me more, please. Fuck, plea-"
"Ah! Thank you! I understand now," Patrick sits back a little, "are you ready to go back to work? Color?"
"Yellow"
Patrick sits closer again, "shit, what's wrong? Do you need something?"
Pete sits up, Patrick quickly gives him room, which is bad.
"Touch, I need touch, please, I-"
Patrick puts out one arm, the other goes to Pete's arm. Pete climbs into his lap, which isn't what Patrick was expecting but his expectations don't matter right now.
