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.