Page 128 of Forfeits

“I’m not going to murder you, Fletcher. Don’t forget, there are security cameras.”

“Oh, shit.” I had forgotten. Jesus, what if they looked at them all the time? What if they’d lied about only looking if there was a problem?

“Fletcher.”

I stared at the pig mask. “I said I liked pet play. I meant I liked being your pony and maybe I’d enjoy being a puppy or a kitten. I didn’t mean…that!”

“Fletcher. I think you’re forgetting how you’re supposed to act in this room.”

I looked at the pig mask and the plastic sheet and tried to reconcile it. My brain was screaming no, but every other part of me was shouting yes.

“No, Sir,” I said, swallowing thickly.

“You can always safeword.”

“Yes, Sir.”

I flashed back to an earlier conversation:

“Humiliation and objectification. Those are big with you,” Aiden said.

We were sitting at the kitchen table in his apartment, and he was writing stuff down in a little blue notebook.

“Yeah. I don’t know why. And I…I’m not sure how much humiliation I can take. Or how much would still be…you know…arousing.”

“Hmm. Might be fun to find out.” He scribbled something down.

“Well, I did like the pony play…a lot.”

“Yeah, there’s humiliation in that, for sure. And objectification, too.”

“Oh yeah.”

He gazed at me, contemplating. “Also caretaking.”

“Yeah.”

“Would you be interested in exploring all that a bit more?” he asked, with seemingly benign curiosity. It was anything but.

“Sure.”

Now I wasn’t so sure. What had I gotten myself into?

“Take off your clothes. You don’t have to fold them. Just toss them beside the bed.”

Normally he had me fold them neatly, so that was the first strange thing. But I did what I was told, feeling that sense of freedom that came with submission. Even though I was unsure, I was still happy to give control to Aiden.

I stood there, trying not to let the nerves take over and watched Aiden pick up the rubber pig hood. It looked soft and flexible, and I wondered how it would feel going over my head. It was a half-mask, with piggy ears and a snub nose with breathing holes, as well as eye holes for me to see through. The mask was kind of cute in one way, terrifying in another.

He held it out to me.

“Put it on, little piggy,” he said, and warmth suffused my whole body—a mix of shame, embarrassment and sudden, massive arousal that took me by surprise. My hands shook as I pulled it over my head. The rubber smelled plasticky but not terribly unpleasant. The inside of the half-mask was soft and smooth against my skin.

I waited for Aiden to tell me how wonderful I looked in my piggy hood, but he wasn’t even looking at me. Instead, he was throwing things onto the bed:

Pink leather cuffs. A black spreader bar. A black butt plug corkscrew tail.

My beating heart filled my ears, and the heat from the blood rising all over my body made me dizzy.

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