THE RULES HE SET FOR ME

#RULE 8: I AM NOT PERMITTED TO SPEAK UNLESS SPOKEN TO. I MAY ONLY RESPOND WITH “YES, MASTER” OR “NO, MASTER” WHEN ADDRESSED.

The soft, plush carpet tickles my bare soles as I pad across the playroom. The air is thick with anticipation, and my heart thunders in my chest. I am wearing nothing but a black latex corset that hugs my ribs and emphasizes my every breath, a matching thong, and a pair of knee-high latex boots. My Master is already here, standing before a towering wooden cross. He’s stripped down to just his black leather trousers, revealing every inch of his toned, muscular body. He’s gazing at me with a predatory glint in his eye, his expression unreadable.

He clears his throat, and I immediately tense, my body responding to the unspoken command. “You look lovely, my pet,” he says, his voice low and husky. “Are you ready for our little game?”

I swallow hard, my throat feeling tight. “Yes, Master,” I whisper, my voice barely audible.

He steps forward, his hand cupping my cheek