The week passed in a haze of fear and excitement. Elara went to work every day, came home, and waited naked in her apartment. She was a good girl. She followed the rules. She didn't touch herself. She waited for his texts, for his commands. They were small things at first.

Send me a picture of your tits.

Make yourself cum with the black toy, but you are not allowed to make a sound.

Wear a butt plug to the grocery store.

Each task was a test, and each time she passed, a small, dark part of ...