*You walk in the door and put your bag down. Closing the door, you seemingly speak to an empty room.*
“You will be in the playroom waiting for me. This has been a long day, Pet, and you are to be my distraction. This will not be fun.” You walk away, appearing to have forgotten your bag. Once your footsteps are no longer audible I rise. You like me kneeling next to the door, waiting for your return home. It’s not that you don’t trust me, you just like to know where I am. I quickly grab your bag and put it away. Before I enter the playroom I strip down and replace my clothes with the rugby shorts that you prefer.
I open the door and walk to the far wall. Your favorite leather cuffs hang from a chain on the wall, attached low enough to reach when I’m kneeling, but with a chain short enough that my arms are forced to remain over my head. From your tone I know this is where you want me. There is no escape here. No hiding. No avoiding what you have in mind. Nervousness and excitement course through me, my shorts straining to contain the erection that has already come to life just from the thought of what is to happen next.