He was waiting for me in the room, just as I had instructed: on his knees, with his back straight and his head down. His hands rested on his hips, his fingers trembling slightly, betraying nervous anticipation. I walked in slowly, my heels clicking loudly on the floor, filling the silence with a sound that made his breathing quicken.

"Okay," I said, coming closer. My palm touched his chin, forcing him to look up. I saw a mixture of excitement, resignation, and impatience in his eyes. He knew what was required of him, and he was ready to give me whatever I asked.

I walked around him, watching the tension spread through his body. Finally, I stopped behind him, running my hand along the line of his shoulders, then lower, letting my nails lightly touch his skin. His reaction was instantaneous - he flinched slightly, but stayed where he was, just as I expected.

"You are mine today," I said, my voice low and confident. I reached for the leather collar that lay on the table. His breathing quickened as I fastened it around his neck. The click of the clasp was a sign that he was now completely mine.

I gave him a command with one movement of my hand, and he obediently bowed lower. His submission excited me, filling me with a sense of power. I knew that my every gesture, every word was a challenge for him, and he readily accepted this challenge.

My touch was both soft and demanding. A light slap on his skin - just to remind him who was in charge here. A whisper right next to his ear - so that he felt how close I was to him, how everything that was happening was under my control.

I enjoyed this moment. The way he gave himself to me, how he lost himself in my arms. There was no fear here, only complete trust and a genuine connection that could not be found anywhere else.