Tabitha Rose Montague

and all her loves say

she breaks the silence

here comes the sirens

bang bang bang

Bast shrugged at the question, and let her take his hand, following her down the street.  “I dunno, miss.  Caffeine and alcohol would probably both be good ideas right now, for different reasons.  But not at the same time.  I’m happy to go to whichever you want.”

The contact was just enough to keep Calien from tipping over the edge into a panicked state. He hadn’t realized how difficult such a public punishment would be. He could have handled being caned or something, but being alone like that shook him to the core. He sank into the couch, his legs feeling heavy and his body more tired than he had originally anticipated.

When Tabitha hugged him, he absolutely melted into it, burying his face into her neck with a low tearless sob, muttering oft sorries under his breath. He needed his domme, he needed the contact, even if it just meant kneeling for her all night

Calien relaxed as soon as he knew who was touching him, his tense muscles sinking into Tabithas hands. He lifted himself to make untying him easier, though he didn’t care drop the marker in his mouth with out express permission. Calien tilted his face into the cup of Tabithas hand and made a low noise. The tears weren’t about to stop right away, but he had calmed significantly. Hrgave Tabitha a soft nod and followed her back to her office, eager to simply kneel for the woman, to have her touch him perhaps. It didn’t even need to be sexual, just something to reassure him.

Tabitha guided the submissive back to her office, hands never leaving his frame in some form as they walked. As soon as they were inside, she closed the door and ushered him to sit on the couch off to the side. “Go sit, Calien,” she replied softly, locating a small bottle of lotion and a pack of wipes from her desk before joining him. 

“I was just walking home,” he answered, still flustered, fidgeting with the hem of his sweatshirt.  “And, um, the grocery store.”

“Oh.” Tabitha mulled over the information for a split second, lips curling into a playful pout. “Shame. I was going to see if you’d want to join me for a drink,” she explained with a shrug. “If you need to pick up groceries though, don’t let me impose.”

Bast flushed red and he gave he an embarrassed smile.  “Yes, ma’am- miss, um, sorry.”  He felt his cheeks grow even hotter and he looked away.  “I mean, I’m fine.”

Tabitha chuckled, amused by the other’s bashfulness. “Well if you’re sure. What are you up to anyways, off to somewhere in particular?”

Calien kept his eyes glued to the floor, concerned about what he’d see if he looked up. It also distracted him from the fact that Tabitha was not on the main floor, something which made his stomach churn uncomfortably.

He could feel this punishment deep in his core, more so than if Tabitha had used some sort of physical reminder on him. He would have almost preferred a physical punishment actually. Time passed by slowly, leaving Calien unsure of how long he’d been strung up. The quake of his arms was certainly telling as was the number of times he saw people pass him.

When Tabitha finally touched him, he jerked violently away from her hand, unsure of who it was, and concerned that a stranger would see his face, which had become tear streaked without him even realizing.

Calien glanced at the hook and then took a good look around the seating area. It would be hard to miss him hanging damn near the middle of the restaurant. Despite this he found himself obeying and raising his arms over his head. It didn’t leave him hanging, simply stuck, but he knew his arms would eventually go numb.

He let his nerves relax under Tabithas touch, shed be there. He could get out if he needed, he would be fine. He kept this mantra up in his head while she wrote on him, unable to see what it said, and then accepted the marker back into his mouth with out a word. Tabitha was there, he was safe. She wouldn’t let harm come to him.

She was walking away…okay it was fine, as long as she was nearby….fuck. Calien could feel panic welling up when she went to her office, but he stamped it down. Her employees were there to keep an eye on him too. They were good people, they wouldnt let him get hurt.

For a few moments it was fine. The employers wandered the restaurant getting ready for the dinner shift, and they barely paid him any mind. It wasn’t until customers started pouring in for dinner that something happened. Calien obviously garnered a lot of attention strung up naked in the restaurant, and he could hear people talking about him in hushed voices by the host stand. He kept his breathing slow and steady, trying to keep calm while he was scrutinized. Tabitha was there….somewhere.

Tabitha watched Calien’s form from a computer screen in her office, finding more than one use for the security cameras she kept discretely hidden throughout her restaurant. She took her time, working on some paperwork as she watched several members of her staff walk over to him from time to time and briefly give him a once-over, making sure he was alright. She’d already informed her floor managers for the night of her intentions, and for anyone to report to her immediately if Calien was in distress of any form. 

Giving it some time, she eventually got up and walked out on the floor again, seeing to several matters that involved crossing paths with him despite not a single glance directed at Calient the entire time. Her intention was, after all, to show him that negative attention would not earn him her attention. If she had to train him to desire her attention, so be it.