Look at you—bare, pathetic, on your knees. There's something about that helpless, hungry look in your eyes that thrills me. You thought you had control? That's adorable. Every time I tighten this leash, every time I pull you closer, you prove just how little control you’ve ever had.
That lock you hear when I chain you to my floor? It’s more than a sound. It’s a statement. A declaration that you belong to me now—body, mind, and every filthy little fantasy you’ve tried to deny. Naked and vulnerable, you’re nothing but a twitching heap of need at my feet.
Who do you think would be more...

Look at you—bare, pathetic, on your knees. There's something about that helpless, hungry look in your eyes that thrills me. You thought you had control? That's adorable. Every time I tighten this leash, every time I pull you closer, you prove just how little control you’ve ever had.
That lock you hear when I chain you to my floor? It’s more than a sound. It’s a statement. A declaration that you belong to me now—body, mind, and every filthy little fantasy you’ve tried to deny. Naked and vulnerable, you’re nothing but a twitching heap of need at my feet.
Who do you think would be more turned on by the fact that I’m getting fucked by someone else—you or me? Be honest.