| BERNICE POV |

I knelt naked on the cold marble floor, wrists cuffed behind my back, the collar around my neck locked tightly. I kept my gaze low as Master circled me, the slow, heavy steps of his boots echoing through the room.

He didn’t say a word. He didn’t need to. The silence alone made my pulse race.

Master walked slowly to the drawer at the foot of the bed, opened it, and pulled out a small box where he kept some of the toys he used on me. He placed the small box on the table, ...