There are consequences.

Sarah got up from the couch and investigated the noise, and it was too clear and undistorted to come from the neighbors. She walked into the hall and saw that her door was ajar, and that was not how she had left it this morning. She smiled to herself. She had left it unlocked to test Michael, and he had walked right into her trap. She tiptoed to her room.

The closer she got, the louder the sounds got. When she peeked inside, she didn't see anything at first, then she took a step, and in the corner behind the makeup table, she saw a naked, hooded figure absolutely going to town on a scrunched-up pillow. She removed her shoes and walked closer to the figure, which had a weird posture, like it was flaunting its chest. She realized it was Michael and took a few more steps, so she looked at him from an angle. That's when she saw that a belt tightly bound his arms together. The buckle wasn't latched, but she bent down and gently flipped it so when Michael continued to hump, the buckle would latch tighter. She returned to the door, put on her shoes, and took a deep breath.

"What the FUCK!" Sarah voice boomed and poor suprised Michael froze mid moan. He froze mid-hump and released the strap under his leg. He tried to move his arms but found them stuck together behind his back. If Sarah could have seen his eyes under the hood, she would have been stunned by the expression on his face. Sarah took the few steps needed to reach Michael, her heels clicking on the hardwood floors. Michael was trying to get on his feet but had trouble finding his balance when he couldn't use his arms. Sarah pushed him down on his butt again and held him down by putting pressure on his shoulders.

"You dirty little animal, here I thought we were past me having to lock my room, and the first day I leave it unlocked, a pervert like you **** my trust!" To Michael, Sarah sounded furious. Even though he could have realized this was role play, it felt so real that he cowered at Sarah's outrage. He felt powerless in his current state. He was blind, tied down, and locked totally at Sarah's mercy, and Sarah was putting pressure on his cage, presumably with her shoe. Why hadn't he heard anything, and why was the stupid buckle latched? It didn't take long before Michael realized that struggling was useless, and he surrendered himself to Sarah.

Sarah saw the shift happen. At first, his head was very animated, tossing side to side, then it simmered down to then stop with his head bowed in shame.

"I'm sorry, Princess." His voice was but a murmur when he said it. Sarah almost felt sorry for him, but the power trip was off the charts. She hadn't expected to find Michael in her room, but instead, she had set up a hidden web camera to catch him in her room and then show him the video of him being in her room, but this was ten times better.

"You know, I have had a really nice day with my boyfriend, and then I come home to this." She tapped his cage to punctuate her disappointment.

"You know what, stay there." Michael didn't really have a choice. He was blind and couldn't get up that well, and he was definitely hampered by having his hands bound, so when Sarah released pressure and walked to her closet. Michael didn't even attempt to get up but sat in his shame where he was. He could hear Sarah rummaging around until there was a chiming of keys. He then heard movement, objects being picked up and put down, and a slight clinking from metal before he heard clicking on the floor again. Michael was trying to stay stoic, but the silence and clicking sounded so ominous that he couldn't help but cower. Then Sarah's voice was scarily close.

"If you are going to act like an animal, then I will have to collar you like one. Head up!" Michael was breathless as he felt a collar being wrapped around his neck and tightened. He also heard a metallic click. Then he heard in his ear.

"Tonight, you will see no evil." He felt the improvised cuffs around his hands loosen and be removed. The first thing he did when his hands were free was to feel the collar. It weaved through his hood, and in the back was a padlock meaning there was no getting it off without Sarah's help, next he pulled on the hood but realized that the collar followed with it. The two were intertwined, and the collar stopped him from removing the hood. He was stuck with it.

"I told you that you would see no evil tonight. You seemed to enjoy it so much that you even stole it from me." Michael was horrified. She had noticed the hood missing from the pile of stuff from the other night. Sarah continued.

"You know what I like most about this arrangement?" Michael heard a rustling of clothes hit the floor.

"I can wear as few articles of clothing as I want, and you'll never know."