Master climbs off of me, tightening the cuffs around my wrist, pulling me upwards so that my body is barely touching the bed.
"I'm sorry, M-Master," I stutter. "I am so so so so sorry, Master..."
He shakes his head, "Sorry doesn't matter." I see him walk over to a small wooden chest in the corner and remove a few objects. He approaches me and places a blindfold over my eyes. I can no longer see anything.
"Open your mouth," he commands. Hesitantly, I do as he says. I feel something being roughly shoved into my mouth, keeping my jaw open. He clips the gag around the back of my head, and I hear his footsteps grow farther away from me. Then, I feel something clamp down around one of my n*****s. It hurts, and I whimper quietly. Another clamp is attached to my other n****e, and I squirm. What
