Thread: Save Me With Chains (IWishxFuzzy)

Mishka didn't hesitate in following her back into the room when she headed towards it, allowing the firm grip on his wrist to comfort him enough into following. Truly, he still wished to run away. To get away and hopefully figure out what the hell had happened. Maybe he could get some answers from his last master. The ones before him were probably dead by now, they had been an elderly couple and he had been there to take care of them. They had needed him for nothing else. Maybe that was why they had gotten rid of him? Because they no longer needed him? That thought only made him all the more depressed. in fact it kept him from truly seeing the beauty of the bathroom until his wrist was released. For a moment he panicked, eyes going wide as he almost took a step towards the woman but paused when her hands moved down and grabbed the bottom of his shirt. This was normal, all his masters treated him like this. So he calmed, holding his arm's up as the shirt was pulled from his frame before his pants and boxers were pulled down as well and tossed aside. Her boldness at looking at him like that didn't bother him. This was how he was used to being treated. His last master had used him as a body, a thing to please his guests any way they wished to use him. At first he had been against it but they had never listened to his screams, had never listened to his pleas so it was pointless to try. Even now. It would be pointless to try and cover himself if he was only going to be forced into it anyways, right? She would be the same. Eventually she would do something he didn't want her to do. He couldn't help but think that way. A small sigh of relief came from him when she grabbed his wrist again, giving a slight nod as he was steered towards the stool. Slowly he sank down onto it, not being able to stop himself at first when she pulled off her jacket. His eyes darted over her form before he looked away before she could catch him. A small pink tint appeared across his cheeks, gulping slightly and hoping she hadn't caught him looking. While she was allowed to be so bold, he wasn't. No slave was ever allowed to look so openly at someone else. It was against the rules. His eyes followed Mistress Scarlet as she walked away and grabbed a bucket, one hand moving to grab his others wrist as he waited. The gesture was almost a safety blanket to him, as if he was trying to keep himself calm in that moment. When the water splashed across his back he almost instinctively straightened, having expected it to be cold but what he found running across his skin was warm and he relaxed once again. He didn't understand this at all. No one had ever treated him this kindly. The elderly couple even. They had only ordered him around and told him to do things. He had mostly taken care of himself and them. They never treated him with such gentleness. It was unexpected and.. frightening. He stayed silent as her fingers worked through his hair and then across his skin, glancing up at her every now and again as she came into view. This was all new to him, especially having a master wash him in such a way. This had truly never happened before. And he remained calm even as her hand moved incredibly close to his private area. It was close but she wasn't touching yet. It wasn't until she was touching him that he reacted, gasping as his hand reached out to grasp her shoulder in a gentle touch, eyebrows crunching together. W-wait.. He whispered the word, a shuddering running through him as that hand disappeared again. Obviously he was sensitive, very sensitive. Just a few touches and he was seemingly panting. Of course he wasn't hard yet but it was enough to make his skin dance with desire. His eyes darted to her when he was pushed to sit up, giving her more access to himself and gritting his teeth as she squeezed his ass. This was getting to be too much. His blue eyes focused on Scarlet's face when his hands were grabbed, face a small tint of pink as he gave a small shake of his head. I-i do not understand. He was speaking softly, as if he thought she was going to hit him for speaking. he even flinched slightly, ducking his head as if he was doing something wrong. Though a moment later his head was being tilted upwards and suddenly lips pressed against his own. His eyes went wide, body freezing in place almost. What was this! What was she doing?! A kiss. She was kissing him! He had never gotten one before. Not from his master or any of the ones he had been forced to bed. After a few moments he pulled away, eyes large and afraid. Why? That was all he asked. It was the only thing he could get past his now plump lips. Not only had she bought him from his master but now she was kissing him? he truly did not understand.