THE RULES HE SET FOR ME

#RULE 9: I WILL NOT ENGAGE IN ANY ACTIVITY THAT DOES NOT BENEFIT, PLEASE, OR AMUSE MY MASTER.

As I lie bound and gagged on the cold, hard floor of the playroom, my Master stands over me with a stern expression. He’s dressed in his usual black leather attire, accentuating every curve and edge of his muscular form. A smirk forms on his lips as he gazes down at my helpless figure, and I can’t help but feel a mixture of fear and anticipation coursing through my veins.

“Do you understand Rule 8, pet?” he asks, his voice deep and commanding. I nod hastily, eager to show my compliance.

“Yes, Master. I will not engage in any activity that does not benefit, please, or amuse you,” I reply, my voice muffled by the ball gag in my mouth.

He chuckles softly, the sound sending a shiver down my spine. “That’s right, pet. Now, let’s see how well you follow that rule.”

With that, he reaches down and unties the gag, freeing my mouth from its confines. My lips part slightly, and I let out a small gasp as