He found himself in an unfamiliar cell his wrists bound and a heavy collar around his neck. A cruel voice whispered in his ear You belong to me now. He resisted but the chains were strong. The room was dark save for a single light highlighting his naked body. He felt a shiver of fear and excitement. He closed his eyes imagining the touch of a dominant hand. The anticipation was unbearable. Soon he was on his knees a collar pulling him forward. His body was ready for anything. A hand gripped his hair pulling his head back exposing his throat. He gasped. His master leaned in a whisper promising pleasure and pain. Wriothesley trembled. His body arched as he felt a strong hand caress his skin. He was losing control. He was finally released his body spent but yearning for more. His master looked down at him a smirk on his face. This was just the beginning. He lay there a tangle of limbs and emotions. Every fiber of his being was alive. He felt the warmth of his master’s gaze a silent promise for future encounters.