Unowned Slave T-Shirt

Steven's stomach dropped as Margaret tossed the white cotton shirt onto his hotel bed. The fabric looked innocent enough, but the bold black lettering across the front made his face burn with embarrassment.

"You can't be serious," he protested, backing away from the bed in their Barbados resort room. "I'm not wearing that."

Margaret's dark eyes flashed with dangerous amusement. "You are. Or you can spend the rest of our vacation locked in this room while I enjoy the beach alone."

The shirt lay there like a challenge, its message unmistakable to anyone who might read it. Steven had met Margaret online just two weeks ago, and this Caribbean getaway was supposed to be about getting to know each other. He hadn't expected her dominant streak to surface so quickly.

"People will stare," he said weakly.

"That's the point." Margaret stepped closer, her voice dropping to that commanding tone that made his cock twitch despite his mortification. "You said you wanted to explore submission. This is how we build that foundation between us."

Steven's hands trembled as he picked up the soft cotton fabric. The material felt quality-made, substantial enough that it wouldn't be see-through, but that hardly mattered when the words across the chest announced his status so boldly.

"Put it on," Margaret ordered, settling into the chair by the window to watch.

With burning cheeks, Steven stripped off his polo shirt and pulled the white cotton over his head. The fabric settled against his skin like a brand, marking him as exactly what the text proclaimed.

"Perfect," Margaret purred. "Now we're going to lunch at the beach café."

The walk through the resort felt like torture. Steven caught curious glances from other guests, some amused, others shocked. A group of women by the pool whispered and giggled as he passed, their eyes lingering on his chest.

"Excuse me," a confident blonde in a bikini called out as they reached the restaurant. "I love your shirt. Are you actually available?"

Steven's face went crimson as Margaret laughed. "He might be, depending on how well he behaves today."

The woman's eyes lit up with interest, and she handed Steven a napkin with her room number scrawled across it. "In case you're looking for additional training opportunities."

As they were seated for lunch, Steven realized his cock was rock-hard beneath his shorts. The humiliation, the attention, Margaret's satisfied smile—it all combined into an intoxicating rush he hadn't expected.

"See how easy that was?" Margaret murmured, her hand sliding up his thigh under the table. "You're learning to embrace what you really are."

• 100% combed and ring-spun cotton
• Fabric weight:4.2 oz (142 g/m2)
• Pre-shrunk fabric
• Side-seamed construction
• Shoulder-to-shoulder taping