You release the pressure, watch it gasp for air, its eyes, just as ordered, never leaving yours. You want to see it after all, watch its eyes as it feels your hand, feels its breath slowly leaving it. And it’s just so, so beautiful when it swims in terror. So you go again, it was meant as round one for the beginning anyway. Using that small chain connecting its handcuffs you pin its hands against the wall, just to complete the feeling of being everywhere, restricting every part of its body. You put your hand back against its neck and whilst carefully moving your head closer to its ear you begin to slowly squeeze. “Now, I want you to listen very closely to what I’m about to say.” You release your grip, giving it a short window to breathe whilst still staying in place. And then continue: “I see you feel it, I see you know exactly where this could go if you don’t … fully … abide by what I say”, still keeping your hand there after finishing, slowly pulling your head back to watch its eyes one last time before very carefully releasing. “Now get down for me. And don’t look away.” Watching it getting on its knees you too don’t stray away, never once breaking. For it to always feel your presence. But also for yourself, just to take it all in. Once it’s all down there you follow it, squatting in front of so that it hears your whisper. You pick something up that was lying next to you, a collar with a leash that makes it go tighter or looser, in preparation of what’s to come. It watched you, saw it, starts reacting. That’s not entirely what you wanted but hearing it’s rapid breathing doesn’t hurt. You smile. “I see you know very well what this is. That’s good. Now, who am I and who are you?” “… am … subject … am … devote … yours …” it stammers, not managing to say more between its emotions. “I’ll let that count, after all, I’ve got you just where I want. Now, do you know what I want?” “… worship … play … use …” Same deal, but this time quieter, fear has become just that tad too much. Don’t want to lose it. So you quickly react. “Good” you say, before standing up, putting your foot behind it and drag-kicking it down to your feet. You give it one short tug with the leash, for fun and to make it clear you’re willing to use it. Lay your head back and close your eyes to fully take in what it’s doing to you, what you’re feeling. High from fear. High from power. High from control.