“Don’t worry, my toy,” he says, his voice low and soothing. I focus on my breathing, trying to stay calm and composed. I take a deep breath, trying to compose myself as I turn on the shower. The leash is gentle, but firm, and I can sense his control over me as he guides me through the hallway. “Well, toy,” he says, his voice deep and commanding, “I think it’s time you entertained me.”
He approaches me, the vibrator in his hand, and I tense up, unsure of what to expect. My feet dangle in the air, feeling for the floor as I try to get my bearings. The sound of the footsteps grows louder, and I can feel the vibrations of each step through the floor. As he secures the strap around my wrist, I feel a subtle tug on my skin, a gentle reminder of the restraint that’s being imposed upon me.
