Search the wardrobe for items that could help you get her to climax.

You pull away from Rosaria, your hands sliding from her waist. She makes a small sound of protest, her fingers clutching at your shirt. "Wait," you say, breathless. "Let me - the wardrobe, the manual, maybe there's something that can help."

Rosaria stares at you. Her chest is heaving, her lips swollen, her eyes dark with need. "Matteo," she says, her voice cracking. "I don't need a fucking instruction manual, I need you to -"

But you're already crossing to the massive wardrobe, pulling the doors open. Your hands are shaking slightly. The kiss is still burning on your lips, and part of you - a growing part - wants nothing more than to go back to her, to give her what she's begging for.

The wardrobe is a revelation. One side holds clothing - if you can call it that. Leather corsets in jewel tones, latex bodysuits, silk negligees that would cover approximately nothing. Collars in every color and material, some padded, some studded, one that appears to be solid gold.

The other side holds more restraints. Coils of rope in different thicknesses, leather cuffs with D-rings, spreader bars, something that looks like a bit for a horse. A leather straitjacket in butter-soft hide. Armbinders. Hobble skirts. Several types of gags - ball gags in various sizes, ring gags, gags with tubes attached. Your hands hover over them, not quite touching.

"Madonna," you hear Rosaria whisper behind you.

You grab the equipment manual from the nightstand - a thick leather-bound volume with gold lettering: "THE GILDED HARNESS OWNER'S COMPANION: A Complete Guide to the Care and Training of Female Property."

You flip it open at random. There's a chapter titled "Positions for Extended Restraint" with detailed illustrations. Another: "Gag Selection for Various Occasions." A third: "Advanced Rope Work for Beginners." Each page is professionally laid out, like a cookbook or a wine guide. There are ratings. Tips. Troubleshooting sections.

You turn to the index, scanning for anything about chastity belts. There - page 47, "Managing Enforced Chastity: Techniques for Owner Satisfaction and Slave Contentment." The page describes various methods of providing relief while maintaining belt security: external stimulation, anal play, nipple stimulation to orgasm, and something called "edging protocols" that makes your mouth go dry.

"Please," Rosaria whispers. "Matteo, please, stop reading and just - I can't -" Her hips buck involuntarily.

"Right", you say and turn back to the equipment. Two items practically announce themselves.

First: a wand vibrator, sleek and matte black, sitting in a velvet-lined box with a charging station. The card beside it reads "The Patruda Paradise Wand - 10 intensity settings, waterproof, designed for prolonged use." You pick it up. It's heavier than you expected, solid in your palm. The head is broad and rounded. You thumb the power button and it hums to life.

Second: a pair of nipple clamps connected by a fine silver chain, sitting in a small leather case. They are rubber-tipped, elegant. The card reads "Sensory Enhancement Clamps - begin loose, tighten gradually for escalating stimulation." You hold them up to the light and the chain catches it, swaying.

You set both items on the bed beside her. The wand. The clamps. Rosaria's eyes move from one to the next, her breathing ragged.

"Matteo," she says, and her voice cracks. "Please. Please, any of them, both, I don't care, just - please."