"Please," You rest on your knees in front of Simon where he stands in front of you imposingly. You rest your hands on his knees, like a servant worshiping his god. "I promise I'll be—I'll be a good boy."

In this dynamic, he had rules for you. You broke multiple of those rules in one day and he needed to punish you.

"Okay? I'll be quiet, you won't even have to use the muzzle!" You desperately try to convince him not to punish you.