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.