By hard slave

I entered his apartment at the appointed hour. He had left the door open for me as agreed. I walked in and silently strode past him as he spoke on a business call. I knew better than to interrupt or even expect an acknowledgement of my presence. He did not look up and i headed straight to the playroom.

A typed note he had left for me there provided very specific instructions. I was to strip naked and put on the leather hood and the single left-handed glove. Then i was to lie down on the floor and attach myself to the ankle and wrist restraints he had already secured to the eyehooks in the floor, leaving the gloved hand free.

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