Yes

You slip from the bed trying to be as silent as possible and tiptoe to the door. As you crouch you can smell the leather. You snap open the heavy clasp and ease the bag open. It is almost full. There could be anything in its depths but on top are a box of black latex gloves and a large pump dispenser of lube. It has to be Ms April. If it isn't then you have the world's oddest intruder in your home. You move the box of gloves. Size S. The next item is a washbag. You're just about to unzip it when you hear movement. Hurriedly you thrust the gloves back into the bag and slip back to the bed. It creaks lightly as you hop back up onto it. The returning footsteps come closer.

This time they come into the room and you smell coffee. You hear the cup being set down. More noises, movement. Maybe the bag being fetched? A rustle. Soft sounds. The squeak of rubber? Is she putting on a pair of the Gloves? Possibly. Then she is standing by the bed. You can feel her just behind you. The perfume is definitely feminine. You could just glance round and you would see her.

A hand takes hold of your scrotum, finger and thumb encircling the base, pulling it away from your body slightly. The sudden touch with no warning makes you jump and gasp. “Stay.”

It's the first word she has spoken to you.

“Yes Mistress'”

"I'm going to ask you a question and I want you to think carefully about your answer. It is important. Whilst I was gone just now did you open my bag? Be careful how you answer."

She knows. Did she hear the bed creak? Or the click of the bag latch? Or maybe she's just fishing.