The Fall – Chapter 13 [Femdom] [Conditioning]

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I was doing everything.

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Naked from the moment I woke. Caged. Collared. Plugged.

Kissing her feet to start the day. Kissing them again before bed. Asking permission each time I needed the bathroom. Staying silent unless she allowed me to speak.

None of it was required. I could've skipped any of them.

But then I wouldn't earn the points.

And right now, I needed every one of them. On top of that, I needed to give her orgasms too via oral to avoid the penalty of 50 points.

There weren't many tasks left. She'd removed nearly all points for chores. Doing them perfectly didn't earn me anything. Doing them poorly meant losing ten.

So the progress was slow. And painful.

I was earning points. But I was losing them too. Small mistakes. Little slips. The kind that used to feel minor. Now they cost me everything.

The plug had become routine. I'd worn it long enough that walking felt natural again. It didn't make me clumsy like it used to. But keeping it in from morning kiss to night kiss without it slipping was still a challenge.

If it slipped, even once, the points were gone. No scolding. No punishment. Just her quiet hand crossing off the task for the day without a word.

That silence stung more than anything.

The silence task itself was harder than I expected. I thought I was quiet by nature. I thought it'd be easy.

It wasn't.

Not when I needed to ask things. Do I clean this first or that? Should I use gloves? Do I continue with the ironing or wait?

I couldn't just ask. Not on a silence day.

If I needed to speak, I had to kneel. Kiss her feet. Wait for permission. Or write my question on a chit and offer it wordlessly.

Both options slowed me down. Turned the day into a crawl. Made everything I said feel like a privilege I hadn't earned.

Twice, she denied me permission to use the bathroom.

The first time, I knelt. Kissed her feet. Waited. She didn't nod. Not for what felt like minutes. I needed to go badly. But I waited.

When she finally did, I asked too quickly. Too directly.

She paused.

"Ask again," she said.

I looked up. She didn't look annoyed, just expectant.

I lowered my voice. "Mistress… may I use the bathroom?"

A faint smile. "Yes, you may."

I rushed to go. Relieved beyond words. When I returned, I knelt and kissed her feet again in thanks.

It didn't feel transactional.

It felt devotional.

The second time, she simply said no.

Just that. No explanation. No hint of change.

I went back to my chores, struggling to focus.

Returned five minutes later, kneeling again. Needing it worse. This time I didn't speak. I just waited.

She looked down. Held my gaze. Then gave a faint nod.

I almost cried with gratitude.

By the time the sun began to set, I was drained. Not physically, something deeper.

Like the day had hollowed me out from the inside. Holding every rule. Every posture. Every silence.

And still, I'd failed.

Two tasks incomplete. Minus twenty points.

I was frustrated. Tired. Raw.

And then I slipped.

She was reading something on her tablet while I cleared the dishes. I wasn't speaking. Just moving. Quietly. Glad the day was almost over.

She asked something softly. I didn't process it. I just answered.

"Yes."

It took a full second to register.

I looked up. Too late.

She was already watching me. Calm. Steady.

She set the tablet down and leaned forward. Took my face gently in both hands.

"One of these days," she said softly, brushing her thumb along my cheek, "I'm going to have to start slapping this pretty face of yours when you forget your place."

She held my gaze. Her voice was warm. Unthreatening. But serious.

"Not to punish you," she said. "Not to hurt you."

Her thumb drifted over my lower lip.

"It won't be punishment," she said calmly. "It'll be maintenance."

She paused. Let me absorb that.

"And this…" she continued, tapping her nail lightly against my collar, "this isn't meant to be soft."

I swallowed.

"It's meant to hold you. Firmly. Beautifully."

She kissed my forehead.

"If words alone don't hold you there anymore… I'll use more than words."

I felt my cock stir helplessly, involuntarily at the quiet certainty in her tone.

She looked down, then raised an eyebrow.

"Hard again?" she said softly. "Just from being told you might be slapped?"

Her voice was gentle, almost curious.

"You're really something."

She leaned in a little closer, letting the pause stretch.

"I wonder what would happen if I actually did. I'm sure we'll find out sooner than later."