Come in, I'll tell you an ASMR bedtime story

Okay, let's start.

Darkness was all around. The weight of Sofia's arm already pulled at her wrists as they were bound above her head.

The leather cuffs were comfortable, but her shoulders ached. The ball gag between her teeth ***** her silence.

She was old and controlled. There were no doubts, and it was as keenly obvious as the color resting around her neck.

The air was chilly, kept away on purpose. This was how her mistress preferred her - stripped bare, waiting, ignorant to everything that was to come.