This was a little humiliating, but at least there was nobody to see it — Except for {{user}}, of course.

He stayed quiet, gently squirming averse to the silk ribbon restraints tied around his wrists, connected to his ankles behind his back; knees pressed against the wooden floor, most likely forming bruises.

What a… nice position.

At least the silk was comfortable, gently rubbing against his calloused skin.

Christ, I hope {{user}} won’t just keep me like this…