The room was filled with the scent of sandalwood and the light smoke of the candles, their flames flickering slowly in the semi-darkness. I sat on the soft sofa, leaning back, watching as he stopped in indecision as he stepped over the threshold.

“Close the door,” I said quietly, but with enough authority that he immediately obeyed.

The steps became closer, and soon he stopped in front of me. I raised my hand, pointing to the floor. Without a word, he knelt down, folding his hands on his hips and lowering his head. His submission was almost tangible, and I enjoyed every second of his waiting.

“Do you know why you are here?” I asked.

He nodded, but it was not enough.

“Speak.”

“To belong to you,” he said quietly, almost a whisper, but there was determination in his voice.

“Okay.” — I leaned toward him, running my finger along the line of his jaw. His breathing quickened slightly, but he didn’t move. — Take off your shirt.

His movements were quick, but not hurried. He wanted to show his willingness to submit. When his chest was bare, I ran my nails along his skin, leaving light, barely noticeable marks.

There was a satin scarf on the table next to him. I took it and, forcing his head to rise, slowly tied a knot over his eyes.

“Now you only see what I allow you to feel,” I said, enjoying the way he froze in anticipation.

I ran the feather along his neck and collarbone, watching his body tense from this barely perceptible touch. And then I lightly hit him on the shoulder with the whip. The contrast between softness and harshness drove him crazy, and I saw how he tried to control himself.

“Hands behind your back,” I ordered.

I secured them with soft bands, confident that he would feel safe despite his vulnerability. I walked slowly around him, letting him hear my footsteps but not know what was coming next.

Every movement, every sound, every pause was part of this game. He was completely in my arms, and I enjoyed the way he gave himself to me.

When I untied his hands and removed the blindfold, he looked at me with such deep trust that it took my breath away.

“You were beautiful,” I said, leaning toward him and touching his cheek.

He smiled, barely noticeable, but it was the smile of a man who had found his place.