As you enter the room, you immediately lower your gaze. You know that you are nothing more than my servant for the night - subject to my authority, at my mercy. I lean back in my armchair, my gaze piercing you.
"Take off your clothes." My command is calm but unmistakable. You comply without hesitation. Piece by piece, you take everything off - not just your clothes, but also your control. I enjoy watching you give yourself to me.
I rise slowly, my footsteps echoing on the floor. Circle around you. Look at my work. "Kneel." You sink down immediately. My finger runs gently over your chin, lifting your face, only to lower it again. "No eye contact unless I allow it."
The night is long and I have many plans for you. You will learn to sense my desires without me having to say them. Your hands will only touch what I allow you to touch. Your body will only find peace when I decide. Every touch, every instruction, every moment will lead you deeper into your role - into my world, into my power.
You will be locked in my toilet and there you will finally have a purpose in this life you will serve me as my toilet for nights on end every hour when I have to pee you must open your mouth and take everything I give you as you should
And when the morning dawns, you will know that you really belonged to me.