I glared slits at him, I hated his choices and the reminder of the folly of my last bit of resistance peaked my temper considerably. My first instinct was to spit at the man holding my hair in his fist but I knew what that would get me. I growled to myself, if I was smart I'd just do what he said and get over it. But at the moment the very last thing I wanted to do was obey him.<br/><br/>I thought quickly I couldn't take anymore today at least right now, my nipples were already complaining and my neck was throbbing with unaccustomed pain and who's to say what putting on the blasted head gear he mentioned would entail. I sent up a brief word of thanks to who ever watch over us that 'Owner' hadn't be smart, clever or as inventive in his punishments.<br/><br/>Rather morbidly I wished for the simplicity of a beating compared to this. I closed my eyes and though for a moment longer, there were other ways to win this, to prove I wasn't what he paraded me as. It mattered little in the scheme of things how he dressed me up and lead me around, I'd figure out something to prove I wasn't on his leash just yet.<br/><br/>With a plan already coming to the surface I nodded once "I think I prefer this look with out the head gear, thank you." I said sarcastically.