Secured to the bed, your hands bound above your head, you're left to contemplate your predicament. The room is silent, save for the distant hum of the city outside. Your mistress has been gone for hours, leaving you alone with your thoughts and the ache of desire. The air is cool against your skin, your nipples hardening into peaks. You tug at your restraints, the soft give of the ropes a frustrating reminder of your helplessness. Your mistress has taken your pleasure, your control, and you can only wait until she decides to return, ready to claim you again.