[ he may be a contracted submissive, one that's already faced his time here for an entire year, but he's still a submissive nonetheless and it'd hardly ever sum up to be enough to get him off the hook of these little experiments, these damn bullshit tests of theirs just to see who decides to cooperate.

despite the partial restraint of the shirt over them, he isn't the one fighting off the fabric, even as she writhes at his side like she's trying to rip the damn thing herself. likely, she's one of the newer crowd, someone who doesn't yet know the routine; he pities her almost, that she got sucked into this same shit with the rest of them. ]

They want us to behave. Play by their game, that sort of shit. [ which is the basic, generic answer, but clearly, there's always specifics. ] It's just a test. They wanna see how much you go along with their bullshit rules.

[ he laughs, but it's hardly with any actual humor. ]

So, what is it? You a game player, ma'am?