With Chris gone, I strode back to the bed, my gaze on the bag holding the toys. I let out a deep breath before I brought them out. The chains were the first I took out. I fixed them on the four corners of the bed before I walked over to the door. Rapping softly on it, I called out to Chris.

She stepped in, and I told her what I wanted from her, a bucket of ice. Though I hadn't done this before, I read somewhere that it stimulates a person's needs.

With the bucket brought, Chris made a thumb-up ...