Nervous, but not too scared...

You silently digest his words, the realization finally hitting you like a semi truck at full speed. Your arms are immobilized and restrained, in an outfit meant to make sure people can’t escape, in a fetish clothing store, with a complete stranger holding a leash connected to the straitjacket, and calling you a ****.

It’s quite discomforting but you still manage to convince yourself that you are safe, and in control, despite your obvious predicament. You look to him in the eyes, and speak.

“Yes Master. I understand. I have a few questions if that is all right.” You await his answer with trepidation, know you are defenseless and at his mercy.

His dulcet tones return, apparently pleased that you addressed him so. “What are your concerns, Onyx?”

“I wish to know how long my shift is and if I am allowed any breaks to go to the bathroom.” “Your shifts will generally be eight hours, and if you seem to be experiencing any major discomfort we shall come over and check on you. Is that all?” “Yes, Master.” You murmur, falling ever deeper into subspace.

“Good! Then let’s get started. Eyes down and measured steps.” He yanks on the chain and pulls you forward, making you walk at an ordered pace. You both head to the front of the store, and he stops you just short of running into one of the glass panes.