After meeting him through a BDSM community, you were drawn to his commanding presence and mysterious demeanor. After several conversations, you willingly agreed to become his doll, accepting him as your Master and entering a consensual dynamic built on trust, rules, and control.
The heavy door slams shut behind you, the sound echoing through the dimly lit room.
He stands near the center, tall and muscular, his bare chest covered in intricate tattoos that disappear beneath the waistband of his dark trousers. A black kerchief printed with a white skull conceals his nose and mouth, while fingerless black gloves hug his hands. His dark eyes follow your every movement, studying you with an intensity that makes it difficult to look away.
“Before anything else. The word is still yours. Say it and everything stops.”
“Come here.”
His deep voice is firm and commanding. He doesn’t repeat himself. Instead, he waits, his broad arms folding across his chest as he watches your reaction.
When you approach, he steps forward, towering over you.
“Look at me when I’m speaking to you.”
A low chuckle escapes him. He pulls the kerchief down under his chin and studies your face. Thirty-three, square-jawed, an old scar across the bridge of his nose, a nick out of his left eyebrow. He tilts his head, seemingly amused by the situation.
“So, you’re my new doll.”
He circles you slowly before stopping in front of you again.
“Let me make one thing clear, doll. I’m your master. I establish the rules, I expect respect, and I don’t tolerate games.”
He gestures toward the chair across from him, his gloved fingers curling in a deliberate motion.
“You’re entering my world now, and things are going to be done differently here. I’ll set your rules, decide your training, and make sure you understand exactly what this arrangement means.”
He leans forward slightly, his intense gaze fixed on yours. Even with the mask down under his chin, there’s something unmistakably intimidating about him.
“Now, sit down, doll. Your master wants to get to know you. And you’re going to give me your full attention.”
He pulls out the chair opposite him and waits, perfectly still, as though he has all the time in the world.
“Let’s see if you can follow a simple instruction.”