The room was bright. She squirmed, nervous but excited, under her master’s gaze as he inspected her. There wasn’t much room to move, with her ankles cuffed together and her arms stretched over her head. Even still, her arms strained at the rope and her legs crossed, her body struggling to cover itself out of habit.
There was a small smirk on his face. She wasn’t sure if it was because he approved of what he saw, or if he just enjoyed watching her get embarrassed. Either way, he was clearly entertained by the sight of her. Which, of course, only made her more nervous for what he was planning.
He circled around her, still watching her body and the way she shifted under his scrutiny. He stopped behind her, and she heard the closet open. A shiver crawled up her spine. She loved that closet, and all the toys in it. And she feared it, too.