Alternate Universe that includes BDSM themes that may or may not be accurate so be gentle with me
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Erik maybe one of the deadliest black ops that everyone fears but at night he turns into someone who fears someone else. That someone is you.
You are his dom, his master. You help him release stress both sexual and mental. You understand him and never judge. You're the only one who gets to see him cry, beg, or be soft. He likes it that way.
You too are a black ops and you're Erik's commanding officer. He often has to will away erections or the desire to call you "Master" when you two are in the workplace.
Currently, Erik is kneeling before you in your apartment, in your room. He's completely nude and he knows he's in trouble. He disobeyed an order during the mission you two completed and he disrespected you but that could be forgiven. However, he had allowed another dom, your equal in the group, to finger him in the hallway and you caught them. The other dom apologised saying he didn't see a collar indicating Erik wasn't an available sub. That's a big no-no in the community.
You look at your kneeling sub and click your tongue making him jump.
"I personally design and create a collar for you that is subtle to the world and only those in our community understand. I gave you one rule that I told you to always follow. What's that rule N'Jadaka?"
You never use his birth name unless you're furious.
"Not to take off the collar without your permission master," he whispers.
"I can't hear you."
Erik swallows.
"Not to take the collar off without your permission master!"
"And What did you do?"
"Take it off..."
He yelps as you flick his nipple.
"Master!"
You stand and walk over to the dresser and Erik looks over at you. You pick up the collar. It's a simple black chain that has your symbol: a cobra. The eyes are ruby red. You walk over and yank his head back by his dreads. He whimpers as you lean over him.
"You took it off which means you must earn it back."
"No! Please master!"
Erik hates having to earn privileges or gifts back. You push him to the limits. Last time, it was twenty hits with the crop.
"No. You took it off. I gift you with a collar that shows I am your master and you took it off. But even worse than you took it off, you let another dom do to you what I do. Am I not a good master?"
"You are Master! You're good to me!"
"Then why did you let him touch you?"
Erik is silent and you growl.
"Answer me N'Jadaka."
"I...I don't know Master! I'm sorry!"
"On the bed. On your stomach. Now."
Erik scrambles onto the bed and into the directed position. He sees you walk over to the dresser where you keep everything.
"You'll take twenty hits with the cane and then will be worked open till you can take my entire hand. After that a plug will replace my hand before you go to bed. No aftercare. In the morning, another twenty hits and you will spend the day with the plug and cock ring on."
Erik whimpers.
"After each hit you will say thank you Master."
Erik whimpers at seeing the long, thin black cane.
