The floor

"The floor," you say, making sure not to look at Doe. Your stomach is turning in anticipation. You are actually enjoying this, but you can't understand why!

"Good doggie," she says with a smile, patting your head.

She unties you from the bed and handcuffs your hands behind your back again. She puts the ball gag back in your mouth again and secures it, before moving to your ankles, and tying them together with a piece of rope. Turning you onto your stomach, Doe grabs your feet and pulls them behind you, tying another rope to secure your wrists and angles together. She moves around you so you can see her in front of you.

"I'm off to watch some TV," she says, "using you like a piece of meat has really gotten me worked up and I need to relax. Now, while I'm gone, I want you to think about the rest of the week and the stuff I can do to you."

Kissing your cheek, she turns around and leaves you alone on the bed.