Getting his wrists bound up by the cool, solid metal pulled him up short. His breath caught as he realized two things: this wasn't going to stop; and he'd done something wrong. On the other hand, being restrained gave him another type of focus and he listened intently to what his Dom was saying to him. There was safety in this. Listen to Eli and everything would be all right; make Eli happy and then they would both be happy. Except... no, it was Michelle. Michelle? Michelle... being in Eli's place. His Dom said so. He was already trying to wrap his mind around it. Not-talking was a pretty severe rule for him in general, and he tended to err on the side of less is more.

Following the motion of the petting with his head, he paused, took a shuddering breath as he was reminded of what exactly his hands were bound up to prevent, and then nodded large enough to definitely be seen. He understood. He would be good and follow the rules.