I surveyed the room as she trembled against me, looking at it through her eyes. The massive bed would be familiar enough to her, save for the numerous restraint points on the black metal frame. The large domed cage was obvious, too, but I doubted she’d ever seen the rest of the bondage furniture that waited for her helpless body to be strapped down for wicked torment. Would she even conceive of how I’d bend her over the spanking bench or how I’d cuff her to the St. Andrew’s Cross?

If she didn’t understand their particular function, it would be easy enough for her to interpret my intentions based on the wall of impact implements to our right. A varied selection of single tail whips, floggers, canes, and more cruel toys of my own design were hung in an artful pattern, each one waiting to lash her with a particular flavor of pain.

“Please…” She squirmed against me. “Don’t hurt me.”

“Oh, you will suffer for me, little bird. You’ll sing for me.” I’d never heard a more beautiful sound than her scream of despair and ecstasy when I’d compelled her to come in my ropes. I would force it from her again and again, a lovely song just for me.

Keeping her pinned with one arm banded around her, I reached for the second drawer on the tall black cabinet to my left. She jerked when I slid it open, the soft sound magnified by her fear.

“What are you doing?” she demanded shakily.

I didn’t respond. I simply picked up the thick metal cuffs by the chain that attached them and swiftly grabbed her right wrist. The polished stainless-steel cuff clicked into place, shackling her. She cried out in alarm and tried to pull free, but I used the leverage of the short chain to hold her steady while I grabbed her left wrist and secured it with quick precision.

She twisted her entire body, shimmying free from the cage of my arms. I let her go, keeping only the chain hooked around two of my fingers. The simple hold anchored her to me, and she jerked and cursed as I easily led her into the center of the room.

Suddenly, she stopped dragging her feet and launched herself at me, small hands curled into fists. I’d denied her instinct for flight, and now my little pet wanted to fight me. She was so delicate and fragile. She’d hurt herself if I didn’t get her fully under control.

I would always take care of my wife.