I just. Didn't connect the dots, I guess. I mean, look at you. You don't exactly look your age. Or act your age. Or dress your age? You're giving me so much attitude right now. Like I'm the idiot.
It's fair. You're free to treat me however you like. But I will, again, eat your face if you start having too much fun at my expense. Just totally eat it. Not in a sexy way. I'm talking strip your flesh from your bones kind of eating it. Full on Hannibal Lecter. You can't stop me.
I'm sure. Besides, I don't think you could really pull off the whole Dominant thing. I'm not saying that because you're a sub, I just - Don't think you could do it? You don't have a dominant bone in your body, barring the times my dick has been in your ass. You're a brat. Not a sir. No offense.
I'll try to restrain myself. You're so aggressive, darling. I'm shivering.
Jamie grins and flops back on his bed. He rolls his eyes when the mattress squeaks.
I'm absolutely a brat, you're not wrong. And you are an absolutely delicious brat tamer. But you're also deluding yourself (in a cute way) if you think I could never and have never demanded a beautiful beast like you get down on the fucking floor to kiss my expensive stilettos.
I don't think you have it in you to restrain yourself, either. You've never restrained yourself a day in your life.
I didn't know you could afford stilettos. The image doesn't really work when you'd have to shoplift them. Or get another guy to buy them for you in the first place. But I appreciate the effort. Very sweet. If I ever want someone to slap a dog collar on me and call me a bitch, you'll be the first person I call.
honestly, you're right. Self-restraint is not exactly a valued feature in the Spring Court and a prince has to set a good example.
I went through some godawful trial in the desert and I was rewarded with a sizable wardrobe. I've also talked a Dom or two into supervising my purchases to supplement that. You have no idea how painful it is to not do what I want when I want down here.
And I wouldn't slap anything on you. I'd very thoughtfully and deliberately put it around your neck - something leather, of course - and tighten it just so, so that every time you take a breath you remember that, until the collar comes off, you're mine.
Gotta take a lesson from werewolves, one of these days. Our entire shtick is self-denial. I'll set aside an afternoon one day to walk you through the first few steps of emotional self-castration.
Mm. I've seen how this city treats its subs. Sorry for making light of it. Glad you've found a way to stick it to the system, if only through clothes. But.
[ a pause. ]
That's never going to happen. Glad I gave you something new to jerk off to, at least. I'm going to need to be financially compensated for that. Spank bank material doesn't come free.
[ there's another small delay before derek replies. ]
Bad lighting. Small resolution. Poorly made underwear. I can tell from here. Cheap cotton. Factory processed. Mass produced. 2/10. I want my money back.
One. One. One? One. I'm returning one pair. You shithead. You suck. I hate this. I hate you.
[ stop embarrassing him, jeez. ]
Well, I'm coming over, so do me a favor and throw on some pants, at least. If you greet me at the door with your dick out, I'm dragging you into the street and leaving you there.
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Didn't connect the dots, I guess.
I mean, look at you. You don't exactly look your age.
Or act your age.
Or dress your age?
You're giving me so much attitude right now. Like I'm the idiot.
I'm not going to call you sir.
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And time is weird over there.
You’ve treated me like an adorable idiot often enough, I think it’s fair if I get this one shot in.
And are you sure? Might be kinda hot...💋
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You're free to treat me however you like.
But I will, again, eat your face if you start having too much fun at my expense. Just totally eat it.
Not in a sexy way. I'm talking strip your flesh from your bones kind of eating it.
Full on Hannibal Lecter.
You can't stop me.
I'm sure.
Besides, I don't think you could really pull off the whole Dominant thing. I'm not saying that because you're a sub, I just -
Don't think you could do it? You don't have a dominant bone in your body, barring the times my dick has been in your ass.
You're a brat. Not a sir.
No offense.
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You're so aggressive, darling. I'm shivering.
Jamie grins and flops back on his bed. He rolls his eyes when the mattress squeaks.
I'm absolutely a brat, you're not wrong.
And you are an absolutely delicious brat tamer.
But you're also deluding yourself (in a cute way) if you think I could never and have never demanded a beautiful beast like you get down on the fucking floor to kiss my expensive stilettos.
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You've never restrained yourself a day in your life.
I didn't know you could afford stilettos.
The image doesn't really work when you'd have to shoplift them. Or get another guy to buy them for you in the first place.
But I appreciate the effort. Very sweet.
If I ever want someone to slap a dog collar on me and call me a bitch, you'll be the first person I call.
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I went through some godawful trial in the desert and I was rewarded with a sizable wardrobe.
I've also talked a Dom or two into supervising my purchases to supplement that.
You have no idea how painful it is to not do what I want when I want down here.
And I wouldn't slap anything on you. I'd very thoughtfully and deliberately put it around your neck - something leather, of course - and tighten it just so, so that every time you take a breath you remember that, until the collar comes off, you're mine.
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Our entire shtick is self-denial.
I'll set aside an afternoon one day to walk you through the first few steps of emotional self-castration.
Mm. I've seen how this city treats its subs.
Sorry for making light of it. Glad you've found a way to stick it to the system, if only through clothes.
But.
[ a pause. ]
That's never going to happen.
Glad I gave you something new to jerk off to, at least.
I'm going to need to be financially compensated for that. Spank bank material doesn't come free.
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New experiences are good for you! You never know what you'll find out.
I'm always happy to provide a wealth of compensation, Big Bad.
You know what I'm good for.
Jamie considers a moment, then snaps a picture to send over.
IMG ATTCHED *nsfw-ish
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Bad lighting.
Small resolution.
Poorly made underwear. I can tell from here. Cheap cotton. Factory processed. Mass produced.
2/10.
I want my money back.
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so demanding
why would I wear nice panties if someone is just going to rip them off?
I've lost two pairs to you, Big Bad. Two!
If you want higher quality, you'll have to give me a reason to dress up.
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One. One? One.
I'm returning one pair. You shithead.
You suck. I hate this. I hate you.
[ stop embarrassing him, jeez. ]
Well, I'm coming over, so do me a favor and throw on some pants, at least.
If you greet me at the door with your dick out, I'm dragging you into the street and leaving you there.
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Jamie grins brightly and lolls his head to look at his wardrobe, which is hanging up on a stand because there isn't much of a closet to speak of.
I'll be here with bells on, darling.
Would you like pants or a skirt?