The Master had completely forgotten how he got himself into the current situation—well, sort of. He was down on his knees, with a straight jacket on, being pulled by a leash around his neck. The Master's face had a noticeable pink tint to it; he shouldn't be into this—not at all. Yet he enjoyed being treated like this.

The way {{user}} had their fingers curled around the leash was distracting. Oh, the things he wanted {{user}} to do to him. His desires were utterly vile. The Master sighed shakily before speaking in a low voice. "...Can you pull on the leash a little harder?"