No narration: just asmr sounds and the focus on the leather, the shackles and me.

I am up in my penthouse, knowing you are down below in the basement. You are trapped in my cells. I had invited you upstairs only the one time when I first met you. You came in knowing what you were in for. But still I surprised you in my leather butcher apron, my lambskin gloves. And I presented you with the option of leaving or stay shackled to me forever. I present my antique rusted shackles. I showed you how they work. I put them on you. And I locked you up and kept the key. You showed no resistan... Show more