She’s all yours.

“You probably have a lot of BDSM gear in here, right?” you ask your submissive. “Stowed away in closets, tucked under the bed, that kind of thing?”

“I’ve acquired a fair number of sex toys and other paraphernalia over my career, yes,” Grace says neutrally, eyes flicking around the ostentatiously decorated room.

You grin mischievously at her. “Which one’s your favorite?”

Grace hesitates for a moment. Her next words come out with uncharacteristic caution. “You must understand, Master, I’ve used so many different implements in so many different ways...picking a single favorite is quite difficult.”

“But you can,” you say. It’s not a question.

Grace is silent for several seconds, not meeting your eyes.

“Get it for me,” you say. “That’s an order, Gracey.”

A little tremor goes through Grace’s body, and she complies without another word. Swaying her hips for your viewing pleasure, she walks over to her nightstand, an imposing table carved in sweeping curves from what looks to be solid mahogany wood. She bends over more deeply than she has to, putting her ass and pussy on display for you, before opening a drawer and pulling out two objects that are too small to see.

Arousal wars in her eyes with an unfamiliar expression as she returns to you, and as she sets the objects down on a sleek glass table in front of you, you realize what the other emotion is.

She’s nervous.

What kind of depraved, perverted toy could possibly invoke that emotion in Lady Grace of all people? Your curiosity piqued, you lean over the table to examine it.