[ He'd all but forgotten about the collar, actually. Oh, he's aware it's there, but ever since Basch had commanded him that he would leave it on, their last visit together, it... hadn't actually occurred to him to disobey, to fidget with it, to try and take it off just to spite the man. Which he would have, but it's also not occurring to him that that is weird, too.
But that's because he has had several days now for the magic to continue sinking into him. Wrapping around his mind without him even realizing it's subtly affecting him. And it is, has been working on creeping through the careful walls of his will, like a vine spreading over the entire surface and making it's own cracks towards what is hidden inside. Places for his new master's "suggestions" to find more fertile ground without him realizing how he is starting to bend for them. How much he will start to crave them, in fact.
The words are phrased as a command and he feels himself rising without even thinking to question it. Basch has been careful, up till now, to keep the conversation light and open-ended, not offering anything that would influence that magic, but these words are different. For a moment, it's like his mind blanks out, none of the expected resistance or stubbornness rising to the surface.
Instead, Basch will get a glimpse of what his pet will be like when he does have him fully trained, sort of. He has a long way to work before he gets there, but the magic of the collar will make that task infinitely easier, with much less mess.
In fact, Sylvain doesn't even wonder at that command - or why he's obeying it almost eagerly - until he's standing in front of his closet, bewildered by what the hell Basch would consider sexy and wondering why the hell he cares? But his hands quickly sort through the options on display, discarding most of them immediately. He remembers what Basch had dressed him in that first night and despite the fact that he's uncomfortable with the thought of being on display like that again, he reaches for a hanger that shows something similar, grumbling under his breath as he tugs it free.
It's a mix of tight fabric, clingy mesh, and outright sheer fabric that leaves very little to the imagination. Covers just enough to be decent, in fact, and not an inch more. He shudders as he slips into it, a glance at his reflection showing just how revealing it is. he tells himself that shudder comes from dread of whatever is to come, but the fact that he's half-aroused with anticipation says otherwise.
Still very grumpy about his outfit - but also still not questioning that he'd agreed so willingly in the first place - he comes back out to the sitting room where Basch waits for him. Clearly very self-conscious about what he's currently wearing - or not wearing, as it were. And maybe a little eager to see if he'd pleased the other man with his choice.
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But that's because he has had several days now for the magic to continue sinking into him. Wrapping around his mind without him even realizing it's subtly affecting him. And it is, has been working on creeping through the careful walls of his will, like a vine spreading over the entire surface and making it's own cracks towards what is hidden inside. Places for his new master's "suggestions" to find more fertile ground without him realizing how he is starting to bend for them. How much he will start to crave them, in fact.
The words are phrased as a command and he feels himself rising without even thinking to question it. Basch has been careful, up till now, to keep the conversation light and open-ended, not offering anything that would influence that magic, but these words are different. For a moment, it's like his mind blanks out, none of the expected resistance or stubbornness rising to the surface.
Instead, Basch will get a glimpse of what his pet will be like when he does have him fully trained, sort of. He has a long way to work before he gets there, but the magic of the collar will make that task infinitely easier, with much less mess.
In fact, Sylvain doesn't even wonder at that command - or why he's obeying it almost eagerly - until he's standing in front of his closet, bewildered by what the hell Basch would consider sexy and wondering why the hell he cares? But his hands quickly sort through the options on display, discarding most of them immediately. He remembers what Basch had dressed him in that first night and despite the fact that he's uncomfortable with the thought of being on display like that again, he reaches for a hanger that shows something similar, grumbling under his breath as he tugs it free.
It's a mix of tight fabric, clingy mesh, and outright sheer fabric that leaves very little to the imagination. Covers just enough to be decent, in fact, and not an inch more. He shudders as he slips into it, a glance at his reflection showing just how revealing it is. he tells himself that shudder comes from dread of whatever is to come, but the fact that he's half-aroused with anticipation says otherwise.
Still very grumpy about his outfit - but also still not questioning that he'd agreed so willingly in the first place - he comes back out to the sitting room where Basch waits for him. Clearly very self-conscious about what he's currently wearing - or not wearing, as it were. And maybe a little eager to see if he'd pleased the other man with his choice.
Not that he's thinking about that. At all. ]