As I stood over him, watching his eager yet uncertain eyes, I couldn’t help but smirk. Tonight, he would understand what complete submission truly means.
I started with the collar, fastening it snugly around his neck. The metallic click was satisfying, an unmistakable signal that he was mine, fully under my control. I guided him toward the cage I’d set up just for him, and he crawled in obediently, folding himself down like a well-trained pet.
Once he was inside, I pulled out the restraints: leather cuffs for his wrists, bound behind him and looped to his ankles, holding him in a humble, compact position. He looked vulnerable, exposed, and utterly perfect. Next, I added a pair of nipple clamps, knowing the slow, steady ache would keep him keenly aware of his predicament. I saw him flinch, his breathing quickening, but he stayed perfectly still.
To make sure he truly felt the confinement, I attached a short leash to his collar, looping it to the top of the cage, forcing him to keep his head bowed low. Lastly, I slipped a blindfold over his eyes and added a gag, knowing that the darkness and silence would amplify every other sensation.
Once he was secure, I stood back, admiring the sight of him in his small, humble space, entirely at my mercy. I leaned down, letting my voice drop low as I whispered, “You’ll stay here in silence, pet. I’ll decide when you’ve earned the privilege of seeing me again.”
With that, I left him, feeling a delicious satisfaction as I glanced back to see him locked away, waiting, exactly where he belonged.
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