The message had been simple enough. Instructions on how and when to be waiting. I re-read it again, checking I had each thing on the list, laid out before me. A little nervously, I stripped my clothes off, and went for a shower, before returning to the spare room. A final check that all the keys for the locks were together, then I can take them and put them in the middle of the table. I spray some of that body spray I know you like, before looking at the items, and beginning to prepare.

I carefully fitted the cage around my penis, and locked it, before taking the other bits down to the front room. I was feeling quite apprehensive, but put the padded cuffs on my wrists, locking each in place. The wide posture collar was next. It took a couple of minutes to fiddle with the padlock, before I heard it click into place. I laid the leash out on the sofa, with an open lock next to it, and stopped, taking a deep, slightly shaky breath. A coupe, of breaths to calm myself - I trusted you, and knew I’d be safe - but that fear of the unknown; the “what if”, threatened to derail me.

Regaining composure, I put the rubber mouthpiece in, and fastened it behind my head, before kneeling down, and fastening the wide, padded blindfold around my head. Quickly, before I can think too much, I wrestle the last lock through the rings on the wrist cuffs, and push it together, hearing it click into place, and feeling a sense of relief, almost a peace, run through me. Whatever is going to happen, it’s out of my hands now.

I don’t know how long I kneel there, waiting. Time is different, in darkness. My mind beings repeating some of the hypnosis triggers, lulling me into an almost trance - until I hear a key in the lock, and the door opens.

Silence. For a seemingly infinite period, there is no sound at all. Then the door gently shuts, and I hear the key turn. I’m 90% sure it’s you - but still that nagging doubt persists. My head turns, tilting as far as the posture collar allows, trying to pick up a telltale sound or scent; but I hear nothing I can discern, and can smell nothing but the aromatic body spray. My mind wonders idly if that was intentional. I don’t realise I was holding my breath, until I hear your voice, and feel instantly calmed and relaxed. “Well well, pet. Seems like you can follow simple instructions.”

I start as I feel your hand on my head, stroking my hair. I lean forward to where I guess you are, pressing my face against your leg, feeling comforted and reassured by the touch. I can hear you now, picture you settling yourself on the sofa. The little tinkle of chain, telling me you e picked up the leash; confirmed a moment later as I feel it’s weight pull on the front of my collar. “So, I bet you’re just full to the brim with questions,”. Your fingers trace lightly across my gagged mouth. “But this isn’t the time for your questions. It’s the time for mine.” I can hear you getting comfortable, picture you tucking your feet up under you, as I kneel in front of you, wondering what you mean.

“You see. As you know, I can be as insecure as anything; and I won’t ask things I’m curious about, because I know you’ll give me that look, or you might just say….something. It doesn’t really matter what. And…I get flustered. I see all that happening, before I say anything, so I don’t ask. But yet I want to know.”

All the time, I can feel your hand on my shoulder, my chest, my head. Stroking, smoothing, maybe so far as be petting. I wait, listening, my curiosity piqued by your words; as your touch calms any remaining fears.

“That was why I asked you to wait like this. I love to see your eyes, love to hear your voice, but sometimes, they’re just too…..off-putting for my curiosity, right now. Having you like this, I know, without a doubt, that I am in charge. You can’t interrupt, or give me a look; whether intentional or accidental. “

“So, I want you to be honest with your answers. Obviously, to begin with, they’ll all be yes or no. When I’m ready for more in depth responses, I’ll take your gag off - but it can always go back in. Is that okay? Do you accept that?”

I nod emphatically. It makes perfect sense to me; I know how your nerves can affect you. And I’m perfectly happy to help you feel in control of the situation. I sit up, attentively, and wait for your first question.