6:00 A.M.; Wake Up and Get Clean

The toy will begin each day by waking up at exactly six in the morning every day.

It will take initiative and clean itself in the shower, following all previously set rules (use the hair remover every time, no using the toilet without permission etc).

The toy will have fifteen minutes of bathroom time. During which, its hygiene duties must be completed (brushing teeth and hair, showering, using soap and hair removal lotion).

It will be the toys responsibility to inform its dom when it is getting low on any required products.

Failure to do so will result in a punishment.

-

Namjoon had been shocked awake by a loud buzzing sound, staring with wide eyes as the door to his cage suddenly swung open.

He hadn't known it could be opened by a timer instead of a key, but he also hadn't been paying attention when Ezra was talking about the cages features, because fuck that guy.

Crawling out, he checked the latest 'gift' Yoongi had given him last night.

A smartwatch was wrapped around his right wrist, electronically locked on and didn't move no matter how much Namjoon fiddled with it. It wouldn't be removed unless Yoongi's fingerprint was placed over the sensor.

It didn't have music or texting options, like a normal smartwatch. All it did was display the current time and give him updates about his schedule; any changes being made, giving reminders and informing him if he was ahead or behind the timeframe Yoongi had set.

A sudden shock from the watch made Namjoon wince.

Oh. And that.

It wasn't as powerful as his collar, but it was another thing that would cause him pain if he disobeyed.

It is currently 6:01 A.M., the watch displayed on its screen. You must start your shower now to maintain timely schedule.

"Fuck your timely schedule." Namjoon muttered as quietly as possible, so the collar wouldn't pick up on it.

He winced as he stood up, sore from the past few days and made worse by sleeping in the cage. Yoongi had punished him for his stunt last night by not giving Namjoon his blanket, so the boy was cold as he walked to the bathroom.

Fifteen minutes went by fast, so Namjoon turned the water on first so it could get warm. The hair remover required ten minutes of saturating on his skin before he could wipe it off, so he applied that next, to his arms and legs. It also meant he only had five minutes to wash his hair and body in the shower, as well as remove the cream.

While he waited, he brushed his teeth and hair, clipped his nails and made sure his piercings- the ones on both his nipples and ears- were clean.

He stepped into shower ten minutes later and quickly scrubbed off the foul smelling lotion, leaving his skin a little pink but hair free.

He rubbed the soap over his body and scrubbed the 2-in-1 into his hair, before washing it all off.

Grabbing the singular towel he had, he shut off the water and climbed out.

It is currently 6:18 A.M., the watch told him. Pick up the pace to maintain timely schedule.

Namjoon hated that the watch was waterproof.

-

6:15 A.M.; Prepare Breakfast For Dom

From 6:15 A.M. to 7 A.M., the toy will cook breakfast for its dom. Using the recipe provided, it will follow it accordingly to make a delicious meal. Coffee will always be made hot and ready for its dom.

It will not make a mistake, and it will not be late.

Failure to do so will result in a punishment.

-

The door of Namjoon's bedroom was always locked overnight, but at 6:15 in the morning it unlocked to let him leave.

Quietly, Namjoon crept down the hallway to the kitchen.

It went without saying he should be mindful not to wake the sleeping dom, unless he wanted to be punished more than he already was.

Yoongi had informed him of the new daily deliveries that would be coming to their door. It was a meal service kit that contained all the ingredients needed for breakfast, lunch and dinner, as well as a recipe card. The meals changed daily, and were portioned for one person.

The dom would carry the box to the kitchen and it would be Namjoon's job from there to unpack it and prepare it.

Since the fridge still had its lock on it, and the meal kit listed out exactly how much of every ingredient there was, Namjoon was wondering how he was going to steal food. He hated eating Yoongi's leftovers, and cum wasn't sustainable.

He started the coffee first, letting it brew as he unpacked the ingredients and laid them out.

He shivered as he removed the ice pack keeping the food cold. He was naked still, since he wasn't allowed to clothe himself and Yoongi wasn't up yet to decide what he would wear.

There was a white apron available for Namjoon to use, to protect himself from sizzling oil or from spilling anything on his freshly washed skin, but for some reason Namjoon refused to wear it.

Something about how it made him feel like he belonged to the house, which he knew was ridiculous because it was just an apron and he definitely knew he was lucky to be getting any form of clothing at all.

He looked at the recipe, seeing today's breakfast would be a fluffy, protein packed omelette and a side of bacon and toast.

Pretty easy to make, though Namjoon was worried about presentation. If it came out looking like shit, even if it tasted good, Yoongi had made it clear he would be punished.

Namjoon got out two pans and turned the stove on low heat, like the directions said.
Carefully, he cracked the eggs into one and laid the bacon strips in the other.

His stomach growled as the food cooked; the bacon especially was making him hungry. But he would get to eat some- he would finish whatever Yoongi didn't.

He tossed the ham and cheese into the bubbling egg and milk mixture, wondering what would happen if Yoongi ate everything off his plate. Would that mean Namjoon just wouldn't eat for the day then?

He flipped the bacon, relieved to see he hadn't burned it. The oil popped, splashing a drop on his hand and he hissed.

"Fuck you." He stuck both middle fingers up at the bacon, and winced in pain as the collar shocked him for speaking out.

He very carefully flipped the omelette when it was time, pleased with the way it turned out.

It is 6:45 A.M., the watch informed him. Please ensure the timely schedule is being maintained.

Shut up. Fuck you too. Ugly thing. Namjoon glared at it.

Rereading all the instructions again, Namjoon felt he had done it right, and a part of him was eager to have Yoongi try it. Maybe if it tasted good, he would get a reward.

Yoongi had said he had planned rewards as well as punishments and Namjoon wondered what a reward would be like.

A pillow? A day off? Food? An orgasm?

He put two slices of bread in the toaster and checked on the coffee. When it was ready, he poured some into the doms favorite mug and began setting the table.

He plated the bacon and omelette exactly as it was shown on the picture, even sprinkling the garnish just right atop the omelette.

The toast popped up and Namjoon dusted it with a mixture of cinnamon and sugar before placing it on Yoongi's plate as well.

He checked the watch, marking breakfast as complete at 6:57 A.M.

Good job, the watch told him. You finished the task 3 minutes early. You are maintaining the timely schedule.

Pleased with himself, Namjoon crawled under the table to wait for Yoongi.

-

7:00 A.M.; Breakfast

The toy will wait for its dom underneath the table in Position A. Its mouth should always be open and ready to service its doms cock, it's legs must always be spread and it's hands must always be behind its back.

It will wait patiently and without moving or speaking as its dom eats and judge's the quality of the meal.

Satisfactory service will result in the toy getting fed.

Unsatisfactory service will result in punishment.

-

Namjoon perked up as he heard footsteps coming down the stairs, and a moment later he saw Yoongi's legs enter the kitchen.

"Hmm." The dom said as he looked at the plate of food and steaming coffee. "It looks somewhat edible. We'll see how it tastes before deciding."

He sat down and Namjoon quickly pulled the doms sweatpants and boxers down, taking his cock into his mouth before replacing his hands behind his back.

He could hear the sounds of eating above him, which he took as a good sign.

"Curious to know how many views and money donations it got from the stream last night?" Yoongi asked.

Namjoon's heart pounded, wondering what type of punishment it would get if it didn't beat the previous score.

"Eighty thousand views." Yoongi said. "Its little stunt with that illegal orgasm was what sold the show."

Namjoon tried hard not to smile, knowing Yoongi would feel it. He had beaten the previous amount of views, that was all he cared about.

"As for money donations," Yoongi continued. "The people liked the way you acted like a prostitute. You got a little over a hundred and ten thousand dollars for your dom. Not bad. Still can be way better."

Way better?! Than over a hundred grand?! He knew Yoongi was far richer than that but still.

He wondered what kind of reward he would get for breaking the old record.

He wondered how fast Yoongi would schedule another livestream.

Please, not today. Tomorrow I could deal with, but please just not today.

Yoongi sipped his coffee above him. "Dom has to go to work today pet. I expect you to stick to your schedule. I'll know if you don't."

Namjoon didn't know how Yoongi would know, but he didn't doubt it.

Finally, Yoongi rose up from the chair and pulled his pants up.

Eagerly, Namjoon waited for the plate of remaining food to be set down so he could satiate his hunger at least a little.

With a soft groan, Yoongi came over the leftovers as usual, and set the plate down in front of Namjoon.

While the toy ate, Yoongi filled a bowl with water and set that beside the toy. He watched it to make sure it didn't use its hands, but the toy kept them dutifully behind its back.

"Come on, pet." Yoongi said when it finished. "We need to get it dressed."

-

7:30 A.M.; Dom Dresses The Toy

The toy will always be dressed every morning by what its dom picks out.

It will never argue, or it will be punished.

Namjoon raised his wrists up as the chains were lowered in front of him. He dutifully stood still as Yoongi locked him into them, rising slightly onto his tip toes as the dom raised the chains.

"What should we dress it up in today?" Yoongi asked to himself as he opened the closet.

He pulled out the corset that Namjoon hated and a black skirt.

Namjoon stepped into the skirt as Yoongi held it out for him, knowing how to balance on his tip toes by now.

The skirt was tight around his hips and thighs, and the corset was even tighter around his waist.

Yoongi looked him over and nodded in approval. "Needs one last thing."

He went back to the closet and took out a pair of black high heels- three inches.

Namjoon tried not to frown as he set his feet into them. They were uncomfortable and he didn't like not being fully balanced. These as well as the skirt would make it hard to walk.

That was probably why Yoongi said; "Exercise time."

-

7:45 A.M.; Treadmill

The toy will spend fifteen minutes on the treadmill every morning to maintain its physique.

Failure to complete the exercise in its entirety will result in punishment.

"Since it likes to complain about being in the cramped cage all night, dom will let his toy stretch its pretty legs out." Yoongi said as he pushed Namjoon onto the walking pad.

The boys hands had been tied behind his back, and he wobbled in the high heels.

Yoongi set the treadmill for a level 3 incline at a level 5 speed for fifteen minutes.

"Dom is going to get ready for work." Yoongi told him, starting the machine. "It had better be done with its workout by then. The treadmill will stop if it senses my toy has fallen off it, so it better keep its balance and walk."

Namjoon lurched when the conveyer belt suddenly started to tilt upwards, barely catching himself in time. He grit his teeth and began to walk as the workout started.

Yoongi watched the toy struggle for a minute, before leaving the room.

It wasn't long before Namjoon was panting, sweat breaking out at his temples.

He wasn't unfit, but he couldn't remember the last time he had worked out. Not to mention he was underfed and almost always dehydrated.

The corset pinched his waist, restricting his breathing, and the heels pinched his toes. The skirt made it hard to move his legs, and he nearly fell off the treadmill multiple times.

Not wanting to get punished for not keeping up, Namjoon pushed himself to keep going, struggling with every step.

Yoongi returned a few minutes later, dressed neatly in a crisp black suit with his hair freshly brushed and cologne sprayed on.

Namjoon ignored him, eyes fixated on the small timer counting down.

Finally, the workout finished and the treadmill ground to a halt.

Sighing in relief, Namjoon stepped off it.

Yoongi was smirking at it. "Good job, pet. Every day the workout will get a little harder. It can keep up though, right? After all, if it doesn't, it will be punished."

Namjoon nodded, though he wasn't so sure in his physical abilities.

"Come along, pet." Yoongi was smiling as he untied Namjoon's wrists, and Namjoon didn't like what that meant for him.

"It's time for my favorite part of the morning."

-

8:00 A.M.; Edging Training

The toy will train for two hours in the morning, afternoon and evening. What the toy is training for will be determined by its dom.

Edging Training will teach the pet that pleasure is only for its dom. It will watch porn for two hours in order to gain ideas on how to please its dom, to see how a proper sub behaves, to understand that just because it is hard and aroused doesn't mean it can stop putting its dom and his pleasure first.

Edging Training will ensure the toy realizes the full extent of its chastity punishment. The toy will also be fed daily aphrodisiacs to enhance its training and punishment.

Failure to complete each training session daily will result in punishment.

"Your first training session will be stamina." Yoongi said, pushing Namjoon onto a chair.

They were in the red room, off in a corner where Yoongi had set up a computer desk with three monitors on it, boxing Namjoon's head in, with speakers on each side of him.

Automatically when he sat in the chair, steel restraints clamped over Namjoon's wrists and ankles, trapping him to the chair.

He struggled out of surprise for a moment, but when he realized he was locked in for the duration, he gave up.

"Those will only unlock after two hours have passed." Yoongi explained as he loaded the computers up. "And the time will only pass when the sensors on the screen detect its eyes watching the videos. So, if my toy is naughty and looks away from the screens, the timer will pause and my toy will fall behind schedule."

Yoongi chuckled. "And it doesn't want to know what will happen to it if it falls behind schedule."

Namjoon's heart pounded partly in distress, partly in arousal. His cock tried to harden inside the cage.

"Dom already decided what videos it will watch." Yoongi said, pressing play.

Instantly, the three screens lit up with three different porn scenes playing. Every few seconds, one or all of the screens changed to play another clip. It was a barrage of sex that went straight to Namjoon's caged cock.

He tried to press his thighs together but the ankle restraints prevented any contact.

"Open." Yoongi commanded, grabbing Namjoon's chin.

Namjoon let his mouth fall open slightly, then choked when Yoongi shoved a finger down his throat to make him open it fully.

"Swallow." Yoongi ordered, placing a pink pill on Namjoon's tongue.

Namjoon did, grateful the pill was small enough to be taken without any liquids.

"That was an aphrodisiac, pet. It will enhance its training and will last for its whole session. And, while my pet is watching porn and listening to it, its cock trying so desperately to cum, I want it to think about how it will never get the pleasure of an orgasm ever again." Yoongi whispered in Namjoon's ear. "The only pleasure my toy will be concerned with from here on out is mine. I want it to constantly be thinking of ways to improve itself and be the best sex toy for dom. After all, what else would it waste time thinking about?" He chuckled.

"Dom is leaving now." Yoongi said, picking up a pair of padded headphones. "Stick to its schedule, pet."

He set the headphones on Namjoon's head, adjusting the speakers over his ears.

Moans from men and women immediately filled Namjoon's brain, with a constant stream of skin slapping against skin and the wet sound of fingers plunging into a lubed hole periodically making an appearance.

Namjoon tried to break free of the restraints while still keeping his eyes on the screen. He wondered if he could unfocus his vision and cheat the system, but the moment he did, the video and audio paused and Namjoon quickly resumed watching, not wanting to fall behind.

He wondered if Yoongi was still watching him or if he had left already.

It had only been two minutes, but already Namjoon's cock was straining behind the steel. He wanted to cum, it was all he could think about. He watched the videos, clip after clip after clip of strangers getting off, moaning loudly in his ear as their climaxes were reached, but his own cock lay untouched and heavily aroused.

Namjoon shifted his hips in the seat, trying anything to alleviate the ache, but the air did nothing to help him.

He moaned, unable to keep quiet anymore as he watched the videos.

Yoongi had chosen them all specifically, picking the ones with the most dramatic orgasms to intensify Namjoon's punishment. There were clips of Namjoon's biggest turn ons and favorite kinks, and he was forced to watch every single one while his arousal grew and grew, but never tipped over the edge.

Through it all, Namjoon could detect faint subliminals about subs obeying doms, subs putting their pleasure last, subs not getting any pleasure, subs working hard to be useful to their superior doms.

He didn't believe in hypnotism, but he was worried that the more his mental state deteriorated, the more open his mind might be to fall under the spell of "just let your dom handle everything, be the stupid sub you know you are and stop thinking. Thinking is too hard for you, all you can think about is sex anyways. Be a toy, let your dom control you. You're not a human, be a toy" that was whispered in his ears underneath all the sex sounds.

He moaned again, unable to hear himself from the loud volume of the headphones.

There was no timer or clock in sight, so Namjoon had no idea how much time had passed or how much time he still had left.

This might be what breaks me, Namjoon realized later, staring at the naked bodies surrounding his vision. It's so simple, but so effective. I'd do anything to cum right now, anything.

Later, he just looked at the screen, trying not to let his brain process anything it was seeing. His cock was so hard it was starting to hurt him from inside the small cage. Cramped and untouched and desperate to relieve itself, but the key to its freedom and pleasure was around Yoongi's neck, miles away.

Namjoon started struggling seriously, desperately trying to slip free of the steel restraints. It was too much- he couldn't take another minute of this torture.

But even if he did say his safeword, Yoongi wasn't around to unlock him and stop the videos.

Namjoon shouted, trying to drown out the crystal clear sound of the headphones. He screamed, jerking in the chair to make it all stop. His fists banged on the armrests as he tried to break the chair, his thighs shaking as he strained to get any stimulation to his cock.

The collar was shocking him for his screams, making him shout louder. The jolts were a welcome relief from the arousal.

The restraints suddenly clicked open and Namjoon collapsed off the chair.

He lay on the floor, gasping for breath around the tight corset as sweat covered his skin. His throat was raw from his volume and the collar.

His hands gripped his caged cock, offering no relief.

The watch beeped.

Morning training is over, it displayed for him to read. Proceed to afternoon training.

-

10:00 A.M.; Gag Reflex Training

The sub will spend two hours a day training its gag reflex. The training will consist of working to get rid of the reflex entirely, as well as teaching the toy to take bigger and longer objects down its throat. Its goal should be to have no gag reflex so it can best service its dom.

Any coughing or choking will result in a punishment.

Namjoon eyed the fucking machine wearily, not in the mood to have it fuck his mouth.

But that was what the schedule said.

The machine was preset to whatever speed Yoongi had set it to before.

Namjoon could only hope it wouldn't be too bad- his throat and neck were both already sore.

Feeling humiliated despite being alone, Namjoon got onto all fours in front of the machine, facing the large flesh colored dildo that sat atop the rod.

He had been instructed to gag himself with an O ring, which he dutifully if grudgingly did.

Sure, Yoongi was away at work, but Namjoon wasn't taking any chances at getting punished.

He buckled the strap around his head, situating it in place over his hair. Adjusting the steel ring in his mouth, he whined at the way drool immediately began to gather at the corners of his mouth.

He hated the feeling of debauchery; it always made him hard and his poor cock had already suffered enough.

There were straps bolted to the floor in front of the machine for his hands and knees to hold him in place as the machine fucked his mouth. He groaned but slipped his hands and feet under the straps, and they tightened automatically just as the chair had done.

Namjoon eyed the menacing looking dildo wearily, seeing it had been covered in some liquid.

He assumed it was lube, but then realized that didn't make any sense; a dildo wouldn't need to be lubed just to go inside someone's wet mouth.

He leaned closer, seeing a small bottle had been placed on the corner of the base of the machine.

Tongue Tingler; The Original Oral-Aphro, boasted the label.

Namjoon stared in distress. That had to be a joke right? There was no such thing as an aphrodisiac specifically for ones tongue! ... was there?

He knew Yoongi had left the bottle out on purpose for him to read and he growled, fingernails digging into the hardwood floor beneath him.

After this bet, he was going to kill Yoongi.

The watch chimed. Begin afternoon training now to maintain timely schedule.

With an annoyed huff, Namjoon slid the toy through the gag. It poked the back of his throat and he gagged, wanting to pull back but the straps kept him in place.

The toy sensed it was ready to begin and started a slow thrusting pace into Namjoon's mouth.

He gagged whenever it jabbed his throat, on reflex and because of how sore it was. He slowly learned how to relax his throat in a way that made things a little better.

His tongue began to tingle as drool trickled out of his mouth and dripped to the floor. Namjoon moaned at the feeling of the cock sliding over his tongue, stuffing his mouth so well. His cock hadn't softened at all, and if anything, at this new treatment, it seemed to only grow more aroused.

The toy slowly increased the pace and punched farther into Namjoon's mouth, bending at the tip to slide down his throat.

He coughed and choked at that, but with the straps holding him down he had nowhere to go as the dildo invaded his throat.

He tried to relax again, but his hard cock made it difficult. Not to mention his mouth had been turned into an erogenous zone from the aphrodisiacs the dildo had been covered in.

Namjoon moaned, muffled as the fake cock stuffed his mouth. It felt similar to Yoongi's- it was the same size and length. It was easy to imagine the dom in front of him, one hand in Namjoon's hair as he lazily choked the boy on his cock.

His arms felt weak and Namjoon collapsed to his elbows as a wave of pleasure crashed over him. It sort of felt like an orgasm, but he was still painfully hard and nothing had come out. The dildo easily followed his mouth, changing it angle to continue its pace.

More drool dripped to the floor as Namjoon's eyes rolled back in his head.

It had only taken five minutes to weaken him and from something as simple as a blowjob.

One of his last coherent thoughts before he succumbed to the pleasure entirely was;

Oh shit... Yoongi is winning.

-

12:00P.M.; Free Hour

The toy will have one free hour per day to do whatever it wants (as long as it doesn't break any rules).

The dildo slowed to a stop, then slowly pulled out of Namjoon's mouth.

The boy wasn't aware of it at first, until the watch on his wrist shocked him. He shook his head, taking stock of his surroundings. There was a puddle of drool and sweat beneath him and he cringed at how gross he felt.

The straps had already released him and he reached a hand up to remove the gag and spat on the floor, annoyed at himself for enjoying the last two hours.

It's just because of that new aphrodisiac thing, he told himself. I don't have an oral fixation nor will I ever develop one.

The boy stood up on shaky legs, still painfully aroused from his morning training. He didn't think he could last another session tomorrow. He would have to earn an orgasm from Yoongi tonight, and considering he was only on day one of his chastity punishment, that didn't seem likely or even possible to happen.

He used the hose to clean off the puddle, like how Yoongi did before, and then wondered how he should spend his free hour.

Well, there wasn't much he could do anyways. Couldn't contact anyone, couldn't eat, couldn't leave the house, couldn't masturbate. The only thing he could do was watch TV and sleep, and since he hadn't had a good night the night before, Namjoon opted for taking a quick shower to rinse off his skin and then collapsed fully dressed on the couch upstairs.

His tongue still tingled as his eyes slowly closed, and dreams of Yoongi in the bedroom followed the boy into unconsciousness.

-

1:00 P.M.; Prepare Doms Lunch For Tomorrow

The toy will use the meal kit to make the doms lunch. It will pack it in a convenient lunch box for the dom and patiently wait for the doms approval the next day.

Failure to please its dom with the meal will result in a punishment.

The watch shocking him again was what woke Namjoon up.

Groaning, he sat up, still feeling tired. He wanted some water desperately; his throat was raw from the dildo fucking it and from the collar shocking it.

He made his way into the kitchen and pulled out the ingredients for Yoongi's lunch, which looked to be salmon in a rice bowl.

The ingredients for this were trickier, and Namjoon read the directions five times over before starting with step one.

He cooked the rice, seasoned the salmon, sliced the avocado and pulled out all the seasonings he would need while his stomach rumbled.

The urge to steal even a bite of food was almost irresistible, and Namjoon barely fought through it as he cooked.

If he had any shot at getting out of the cock cage, he couldn't risk it all for one bite.

Preparations done, Namjoon consulted the recipe card again to make sure he packaged the food properly into a lunch box for Yoongi to take to work tomorrow.

Job completed, he marked it as done on the watch.

Congratulations, it said. You are 2 minutes ahead of schedule.

Namjoon wondered if he could earn an orgasm if he was ahead of schedule enough times.

But deep down he had an anxious feeling Yoongi really wouldn't ever let him cum again.

-

2:00 P.M.; Cleaning

The toy will be in charge of cleaning its room, the house, and all of its toys. It is the toys responsibility to ensure all sex products are cleaned, charged and ready to be used by its dom at any moment.

The house will always be spotless, as the toy will have two hours to vacuum, dust, mop, sweep and wash every room, floor and wall. In the warm months, the toy will be permitted outside to tend to the garden. It will wear the cleaning uniform.

Since the toy is also a sex object for its dom to use, it must ensure it is also clean and ready to be used at any time. The toy will be responsible for washing itself whenever it gets dirty. It must always be ready to service its dom. It will perform weekly maintenance, such as clipping nails, plucking eyebrows and whatever other duties its dom deems fit.

Failure to keep these standards will result in punishment.

Namjoon didn't mind the personal cleaning too much; it was easy to brush his hair and dig the dirt out from underneath his nails.

What he didn't like was the idea of scrubbing every inch of the house with a two hour deadline over his head.

What he especially disliked was the required maid outfit.

He pulled it on over his corset and skirt, adjusting the fabric so it sat right. It was black, with white ruffles on the arms and hem, and a white bow in the back. It stopped at mid thigh and matched his black heels.

How am I supposed to clean in this? He thought in annoyance. Push a vacuum in high heels? Scrub the windows with this short dress on? Mop in a tight skirt? He's making it difficult on purpose, the bastard.

Not wanting to fall behind schedule, Namjoon opened the closet door and pulled out the vacuum.

He got to work by moving all the furniture off the carpet, placing it in the kitchen for now.

Already sweating, he wished he could play music as he started up the loud machine. He pushed and dragged it over the carpet, wobbling in the heels. His feet were killing him and he almost looked forward to being put back in his cage tonight. At least then he wouldn't have to wear any shoes.

He used the suction hose to vacuum both staircases, pausing to catch his breath. The corset made it hard to breathe deep.

He vacuumed Yoongi's office and hallways, the spare bedroom and the foyer.

Finally done, Namjoon put the vacuum away and sat on the couch for a break.

He checked the watch, seeing 45 minutes already passed.

With a groan, he forced himself back up.

Taking the carton of disinfectant wipes, he dusted off all the hard surfaces, appliances and furniture before moving the furniture back into place on the carpet.

He washed the windows quickly, the heels helping him reach the very tops.

Luckily, no one was around to see him in the maid outfit.

Namjoon pulled all the rugs aside and neatly placed the shoes in the shoe rack as he splashed a soapy water mixture over the hardwood floors.

On his hands and knees, he scrubbed the tiles with a sponge. While cleaning, he wondered if Yoongi was watching everything he was doing. Just because Namjoon hadn't found any cameras didn't mean there weren't any hiding somewhere.

He brought the bucket of water up to his bedroom, setting to work mopping the black floor.

Sweating harder now and struggling to take deep breaths, Namjoon put the bucket away and pulled the rugs back in place.

He checked the time and saw he had less than an hour left to clean all the toys in the red room.

He bit his lip, worry beginning to make his heart pound. There was no way he could finish that in time.

He hurried down the steps to the room.

Filling the bin with sanitizer, he dropped all the plugs, dildos and other plastic toys that didn't have batteries or electrical components into it to soak. He wiped down all the whips, straps, crops and paddles, as well as all the leather surfaces, such as the breeding bench and couch.

Taking the blankets and sheets off the small, heart shaped bed that was in the room, he tossed them in the washing machine and paused again to take a break.

The watch buzzed. Cleaning time is over. Prepare for the next duty.

-

4:00 P.M.; Studying

The toy will study for one hour every evening to memorize the rules set in place by its dom. A good toy can recite all the rules by heart, and is always looking for new and better ones to incorporate into its life.

Breaking any of the rules will result in a punishment.

Namjoon sat on the floor of its bedroom, where the instructions said he should be to study. A long list was in front of him, stating all the rules he had to follow from now on.

It was a list of all the privileges Yoongi had taken away from him.

1: The toy will not eat without doms permission.

2: The toy will not drink without doms permission.

3: The toy will not touch itself.

Namjoon thought about the laundry he had to take out and fold, and the toys he had to dry still before Yoongi came home.

4: The toy will not dress itself or choose its outfits.

5: The toy will not talk without permission. Even with permission, the toy will only say the acceptable phrases; "Yes, dom." "Sorry, dom." "Thank you, dom."

6: The toy will not have personal thoughts.

He hoped Yoongi would come home with a good attitude tonight. If Yoongi was mad and found out Namjoon hadn't finished all his duties... Namjoon didn't want to think about it.

7: The toy will not leave the house without its dom.

8: The toy will not speak to anyone while outside.

9: The toy will always thank its dom.

10: The toy will not have an orgasm, real or dry, unless the dom permits it.

11: The toy will follow all rules immediately, without backtalk and execute them perfectly.

12: The toy will always look to improve itself for its dom.

13: The toy will refer to itself as an object when talking and thinking.

14: The toy will exercise its mind and body daily to be the best toy for its dom.

15: The toy will love its dom more than itself.

16: The toy will not have any opinions or thoughts.

17: The toy will take daily aphrodisiacs to improve its training.

18: The toy will always perform for others on its doms orders.

19: The toy is not allowed to say no.

20: The toys sole purpose will be to be the best sex toy for its dom. All free will, personal thoughts, opinions and personality shall be forfeited.

21: The toy will thank the dom for punishing it, fucking it and any other reason the dom wants.

22: The toy will no longer have access to communications with others.

23: The toy will service its dom whenever and however its dom wants.

24: The toy will anticipate what its dom wants and needs and will provide the service immediately.

25: The toy will not have alcohol unless its dom permits it.

Namjoons headache grew as he read the rules. How could Yoongi expect him to memorize all these?

26: The toy will not resist anything its dom wants to do to it.

27: The toy will think of other rules it can execute to be ever improving for its dom.

28: The toy will learn from other subs how to be better.

29: The toy will keep its body in perfect condition 24/7 for its dom.

30: The toy will always submit.

The list kept going but Namjoon's eyes were blurring from fatigue. He finished reading it all once then dutifully started at the top again.

He just wanted to cum. Even reading these objectifying rules were acting as a spark for his desperate cock.

He flipped the paper over to the backside and continued reading rules 31-50.

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5:00 P.M.; Preparing Dinner For Its Dom

The toy will begin preparing the evening meal for its dom. This is the most important meal and must be executed with extra care. The smallest infractions will result in punishment.

Dinner must not be late as the dom will be hungry after work. It is the toys responsibility to ensure quality and timely meals are always prepared for its dom. Excuses will not be tolerated.

After cooking, the toy will set the table and wait patiently in Postion A in front of the door for its dom to come home.

The box containing the ingredients for the dinner meal was the biggest and heaviest. Namjoon grunted as he lifted it up to place on the counter top.

He opened it and pulled out the ingredients. It was steak, mashed potatoes and gravy with roasted asparagus and Namjoon's mouth watered.

The few bites of toast and egg he had gotten this morning seemed like ages ago. He'd kill to be able to eat some meat. In fact, he couldn't remember the last meat he had in his mouth, other than Yoongi's cock.

The pressure to make dinner perfect was palpable, and Namjoon was very careful to follow the directions thoroughly. He grilled the steak in a skillet and whipped up the mashed potatoes, cooked the vegetables in the oven and seasoned all of it according to the recipe.

While the last of it finished cooking, Namjoon set the table. His heart pounded when he thought about Yoongi coming home soon.

The dom would see Namjoon had finished ahead of schedule a few times, but would also see that he hadn't fully finished cleaning.

The deciding factor of his status might just be how the dinner tasted, he realized, making him more anxious.

He plated the food and cleaned up the dishes, marking the task as complete on his watch.

Dutifully, he sat in front of the front door in Position A and waited for Yoongi to get home.

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6:00 P.M.; Dinner

The toy will cockwarm its dom while the dom eats.

It will not speak and will wait patiently for the dom to be done, even if it takes a long time.

The toy will only be fed if the dom allows it, and it will always thank its dom, even if the dom doesn't feed it.

Failure to follow these rules will result in a punishment.

Namjoon shifted, uncomfortable holding the position in the high heels. Then again, doing anything in these shoes was uncomfortable.

He checked his watch, seeing it was 6:08.

He really hoped Yoongi would let him out of the cock cage soon. Even if he couldn't cum tonight, he could still win the bet if he orgasmed later. A few days, a week even.

But... a month? Two months? Namjoon wasn't sure he could make it. Not with all the stimulation Yoongi was forcing him to take.

6:12.

Traffic, Namjoon thought. He hoped he wouldn't be punished for the dinner being cold, it wasn't his fault Yoongi was getting home late.

6:20.

Namjoon was starting to worry. Was Yoongi out drinking with friends? No, Yoongi preferred to drink at home with Namjoon.

So then, where was he?

At 6:30 Namjoon finally stood up, pacing nervously in the tight skirt.

When the clock ticked to 6:45, Namjoon let his panic take over and he hurried to Yoongi's office.

Yoongi had taken Namjoon's phone, but he still had a landline.

Namjoon grabbed the handle and placed it against his ear with one hand, using the other to dial Yoongi's phone.

It rang out, eventually being picked up by voicemail.

Namjoon hung up and tried it again but got the same results.

Had Yoongi found the person responsible for starting the bet? Had he confronted them- alone?

Namjoon rifled through Yoongi's desk drawers, flinging office supplies aside as he searched for the doms contact book.

He didn't know any of Yoongi's friends, but surely one of them must know where the dom was.

Namjoon flipped to the S section, finding Sai's number. He was the only one that Namjoon knew and trusted.

The phone rang and Namjoon suddenly realized he wouldn't even be able to speak to the dom since he had the shock collar on.

"Hello?" The man answered, sounding slightly out of breath and there was muffled moaning in the background.

"Help." Namjoon whispered, trying to be quiet enough so that the collar wouldn't detect it.

".... Namjoon?" Sai questioned. "What's going on? I'm in the middle of a session, can I call you back?"

"No!" Namjoon shouted in panic, wincing as the collar jolted him.

"What's wrong? Where's Yoongi?"

"Help." Namjoon said again in a whisper.

"Hold on."

There was some shuffling sounds, and then the background noise ceased as the dom moved to a different room.

"Namjoon? Is that you?"

"Yes, dom." Namjoon said, since that was acceptable by the collar.

"Dom? What- where is Yoongi?"

"Help." Namjoon repeated in a soft voice. He didn't mean to worry the man, and he knew being vague and asking for help was going to do exactly that, but there was no other option.

"Okay, are you at Yoongi's place still?"

"Yes, dom."

"Alright, I'll be over there as soon as I can. I'm leaving now. Are you okay, though? Physically?"

"Yes, dom." Namjoon was relieved. "Thank you, dom."

"Don't hang up, I'll let you listen in so you can see how far away I am."

Namjoon sat in Yoongi's chair, almost weak with relief.

"Ari, dearest," Sai said on the phone. "Apologies, but we're going to end our session early today. I'll untie you now so you can head home, and I promise we'll pick up where we left off next week."

There were some more muffled sounds, and then an annoyed females voice was heard.

"Why are we quitting? It was just getting good!"

The dom sighed deeply.

"Because I have to go help my friend."