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Jul 23, 2019 12:27 PM
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Jean just might join him.

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The next few days are...as uneventful as one could really ask for, given the situation.

Sky has him start edging again, four times a day rather than on the hour this time. He allows him in the room while he practices. He decides the second time he comes back from the gym that Jean should be cleaning him up every time. He canes him for small infractions and tries a few floggers on him just for fun.

He starts figuring out better instructions, over the next few days. Chores should be done without him needing to ask, and he'll tell him if he needs him free (unless he wants to watch him scramble and drop everything, which he thinks is equally valid). Clothes in the house while working, but be prepared to get rid of them. Sky is still "Sky", even out of the house, absent some reason to change it (probably related to the sabotage mission).

His attitude varies, during the day, moods changing on a dime, but every night he showers him with affection.

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Edging four times a day leaves him desperately affectionate, clinging to Sky whenever he can, gazing at him all the time, hanging on his words, all more than he already does. He cries sometimes; he never begs. Occasionally, especially if Sky has been moody, he has to ask Sky for help.

Being in the room while Sky practices is the best thing in the world. Cleaning him up after the gym isn't bad either.

Jean kind of likes some of the floggers; they're an interesting sensory experience. He doesn't like the cane. That one almost always makes him cry.

He follows instructions exceptionally well, never needing to be told anything twice, starting to anticipate what Sky wants as he gets a sense of him. Sometimes he offers criticism on how Sky gives the instructions. Sometimes he offers advice, which (apparently out of some obscure sense of fair play) is as likely as not to be unpleasant for him. Things Sky shouldn't let him get away with. Things Sky could have said to hurt more.

He loves the evenings. He lives for the evenings.

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On one particular night, after Sky runs a long errand somewhere, he's especially cuddly, smiling even as he falls asleep.

 

 

The next morning, Jean wakes up cuffed to the bed (ankles and wrists both, this time) and gagged.

Sky is naked at the end of the bed, lying on his stomach, kicking his feet idly off the edge. He's back in his collar.

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!!!

"Mmmm mmph mmm," Jean says, articulately.

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Sky looks up.

"Good morning, monsieur," he chirps, chin in his hand.

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"Mmmmmmmph mm."

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“Shh. I’m talking now.”

He crawls up the bed to perch near Jean’s head.

“You’re a very deep sleeper, monsieur. When you have some help, I mean.”

He reaches down to stroke his hair.

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He loves him he loves him he loves him.

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“You know — you take a lot of calls around me, monsieur. Like nobody is listening.”

Reaching behind his head.

“But I can’t follow up, because I don’t know any of your passwords.”

—there’s the buckle.

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....oh, right.

Oh right this plan. Fuck fuck fuck.

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He starts to undo the buckle.

"And, monsieur – I'm going to get them out of you eventually. I know nobody's expecting you for a few days, so I have lots of time. You should think about how hard you want your life to be after I'm done."

Strap pulled out, prong pulled back.

"I know you're not very attached to sex, but..."

And the gag comes out.

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He briefly contemplates the fact that, if he were a softworld type, he'd safeword out at this point.

If Sky doesn't kill him, his sister will.

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He's going to give him a few seconds. See if he decides to say anything at all.

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He does not appear to be intending to do so.

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This really isn't how it's supposed to go.

He reaches behind him and locates Jean's watch and taps at it until his collar opens, sets that aside and just looks at him.

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He has still not been given permission to talk.

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It takes him a minute.

"–that was part of the act, it wasn't–"

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"...I never told you that. At all."

He pulls up his knees to his chest.

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"Sky," he says, softly. Pleadingly. Don't be sad.

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"I just did it because I thought it'd be better if you didn't know and now it won't even be a surprise the next time–"

He cuts himself off and mouths something to himself.

"...and you should tell me what else happened. So I can figure out if I need to punish you or if it was my fault."

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Oh no Sky won't like this.

 

"My passwords -- my sister would be really angry, if I told you my passwords. She does cybersecurity. Trains slaves in it and everything."

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"...does she have them?"

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"--no, of course not, she'd be angry if I told her, too."

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"...she's an expert," he says, quietly, to himself. "She doesn't have them either so it's not about having things I can't have. He doesn't get to have his own things but it might be important for keeping them safe. It wasn't about keeping them safe, it was about keeping her from being angry. But maybe that's how he keeps track."

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