Cold leather of your belt is closing around his throat as you look at him, manspreading in his chair. The clouds of smoke are filling the room but your eyes are shining like diamonds, full of dominance and control. Ghost has such a power over him, it’s so thrilling. He’s kneeling on the floor, only wearing his grey sweatpants and your belt like a leash around his throat. “Crawl to me”, you say so seductively, pulling his belt lightly.