Kneeling Discipline: Forgotten Slave

Description: Arms tight in a boxtie, posture collar locking him into position, gag stuffed in his mouth. a perfect little display piece—helpless, straining, eyes already wide with fear.and then? i left.i walked out the door to the parcel shop, package in hand, while he stayed there, frozen in place. gagged. kneeling. trembling.every second was agony for him—trying not to topple over, struggling to keep his balance, those pleading eyes waiting for me to return. he had no idea how long i’d be gone. minutes? an hour? longer?that’s the beauty of it. for him, time stops. for me, it was just another errand.because bitchboy isn’t a partner. he’s furniture. and furniture waits, whether i’m in the room or not.