Late-night overtime, and I stumbled upon my female boss in a self-bondage session!

"That should be enough," she murmured to herself, her voice as light as a falling leaf. Shen Mengyi walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, checking the curtains one last time. The heavy drapes sealed off the office from the outside world, leaving only the dim, amber glow of a desk lamp in the corner. She kicked off her seven-centimeter heels, her bare feet sinking into the plush carpet, feeling the soft fibers brush against her soles. The formidable CEO of the day seemed to have shed her outer shell, leaving only a woman standing before the mirror, craving some hidden solace. She moved towards the lounge area and pulled out an exquisite black leather case from under the bed. The combination was her birthday, a secret only she knew. As she opened the lid, her breath hitched slightly—inside, neatly arranged, were ropes of various colors, along with a few "toys" she had carefully selected. Tonight, she wanted to try something new. Shen Mengyi chose a sky-blue cotton rope, the softest in her collection, about ten meters long and six millimeters in diameter. She also took out the pink remote-controlled vibrator—purchased anonymously online just last week, she hadn't even dared to truly use it yet. "Let's start with this..." She shed her crisp black suit, leaving only a sheer silk slip dress. This was what she kept hidden in her office closet, for moments like these. The dress clung to her body, outlining the full curves of a mature woman. At thirty-eight, she maintained an excellent figure; years of yoga and fitness had kept her body firm and supple, but time had also endowed her with a richness and allure that a younger woman lacked. Shen Mengyi sat on the sofa and adjusted the vibrator's settings. Her fingers trembled slightly—she knew what she was doing, and each time felt like walking a tightrope, a mix of excitement and fear. She inserted the vibrator, and the momentary sensation of a foreign object made her gasp softly, but she didn't remove it, instead savoring the secret thrill. "Now for the ropes..." She decided to try a more complex bind tonight—a reverse shrimp tie. This required bending her body backward, binding her elbows and wrists behind her, while also securing her legs. She knew it was dangerous, easy to injure herself doing it alone, but that edge of losing control was precisely what she craved. Shen Mengyi began by wrapping the rope around her ankles. She enjoyed the slow process of being bound—with each tightening loop, the slight pressure brought her a peculiar sense of security. She wound the rope round and round, binding her feet together, tying the knot above her ankles. The blue cotton rope stood in stark contrast against her fair skin, like an adornment, or perhaps a mark. "Tighter..." she whispered, pulling the rope taut. The rope dug into her skin, leaving deep red marks. Shen Mengyi could feel her heart accelerating, her blood seeming to rush towards the bound areas. She continued upwards, tying a knot around her calves, then looping the rope behind her knees. This position prevented her from standing straight, forcing her into a kneeling posture. Next came the most difficult part—her arms. Shen Mengyi tossed the rope over her shoulders, attempting to bind her hands behind her back. This required extreme flexibility, her shoulders being pulled backward, her chest involuntarily thrusting forward. The strap of her slip dress slid down, revealing half of a smooth, pale breast, but she could no longer afford to pay attention to such things. Just as she was fully concentrating on tying the knot, fate played a cruel trick. "Click—" The sound of the doorknob turning. Shen Mengyi froze instantly. Her mind went blank, her blood seeming to turn to ice in an instant. Impossible, she had checked the surveillance three times, confirmed everyone had left, and the security guards wouldn't be coming up this early— The door creaked open a sliver. "Ms. Shen, regarding the design draft for tomorrow's proposal, I wanted to discuss it further with you—" Lin Li's voice cut off abruptly. Time seemed to stand still. Lin Li stood at the doorway, a stack of documents in his hand, frozen in place as if struck by lightning. His eyes slowly widened, his pupils constricting in shock. What was he seeing— His usually aloof and stern female superior was kneeling on the sofa, wearing only a nearly transparent slip dress, one shoulder exposed. Her ankles and calves were tightly bound with blue rope, and her hands seemed to be attempting some kind of binding behind her back. What shocked him most was the expression on Shen Mengyi's face—it wasn't her usual coldness and authority, but a fragile look mixed with fear, shame, and panic. Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes darted away, and her lips parted slightly, trembling. Chen Mengyi's heart pounded faster. The most challenging part of the Reverse Sea Old Bondage test was the arm restraint – requiring the elbows to touch behind the back, with the wrists fully hyperextended. Since she had given up last time due to the difficulty, she had simply tied a loose knot. "My... my shoulders aren't that flexible," she whispered. "I last practiced yoga three years ago." "I'll help you," Lin Li said, walking over to her. "But tell me if it's really too much." His hands rested on her shoulders, and the touch sent a shiver through Mengyi. Then, he began to gently apply pressure to her arms, a strong stretching sensation. "Ah—" Chen Mengyi couldn't help but cry out. "Breathe," Lin Li's voice, steady and powerful, sounded in her ear. "Exhale slowly, don't resist, let your body open." His voice seemed to possess a strange magic. Mengyi subconsciously followed his instructions, taking a deep breath and exhaling slowly. "Very good," Lin Li encouraged. "Just a little more." Chen Mengyi pressed her forehead against the sofa's backrest, gasping for air. She felt Lin Li's fingers moving behind her, the rope wrapping around her already hyperextended elbows, then her wrists. Each knot was tied with certainty and speed, binding her. By the time the last knot was secured, Chen Mengyi couldn't move an inch. Her legs were bound together, her ankles, calves, and shins encircled by the rope. Her arms were bound behind her, elbows touching, wrists connected, forming a perfect arc. The blue rope created an intricate pattern on her body, crossing her chest, leaving a red mark below her collarbone, then threading through her armpits to connect with the binding behind her back. "Done," Lin Li stepped back. Chen Mengyi wanted to speak, but found she couldn't make a sound. What did she look like now? She could imagine – kneeling on the sofa, her body forcibly bent backward, her chest pushed high due to the arm restraint, her legs held together, unable to part. The ropes traced winding paths on her body, the blue cotton rope contrasting with her fair skin. What shamed her the most was that she actually... felt pleasure. The feeling of being completely immobilized, of being utterly controlled, was ten, a hundred times stronger than when she was alone. She didn't need to think about how to tighten the ropes, didn't need to worry about damaging the knots. She had simply surrendered herself, and it was to this man. "President Chen," Lin Li circled around to face her, squatting down to meet her gaze. His eyes were deep, burning with an emotion she couldn't decipher. Chen Mengyi wanted to say something cutting to preserve her dignity, but the words turned into a sob. Tears welled up again, and she didn't know if it was from shame or something else. "Don't cry," Lin Li reached out, his fingertip gently wiping her cheek. Then his finger traced down her neck, lightly following the red mark left by the rope. "Do you know? The most important thing about rope bondage isn't the restraint itself..." His finger paused at the rope above her chest, the most sensitive spot, where the slightest breath would cause the rope to friction against her skin. "You've locked everything onto me now," he said in a low voice. "Your safety, your secrets, your most vulnerable self. This is the greatest power you've given me... President Chen." He whispered the last sentence almost directly into her ear. Chen Mengyi trembled all over, not from cold, but from the dangerous implication in his words. She wanted... The power had shifted, unnoticed. "What... should I call you?" Lin Li suddenly asked. "What?" "Like this," he gestured to the ropes on her body. "I think 'President Chen' is still a fitting title." "Waiting for you to be ready," Lin Li interjected, his voice lowered. "Meng Jie, have you made up your mind?" The direct question sent Shen Mengyi's body into a tremor. She wanted to deny it, to maintain her last shred of control, but when she opened her mouth, what came out was, "Mm... I have." A smile played on Lin Li's lips. He walked to the door, confirmed the hallway was empty, and then locked it. "Stand up," he commanded, his tone leaving no room for argument. Shen Mengyi obediently rose. Her legs trembled, unsure if it was from fear or something else. Lin Li circled her, as if appraising a valuable commodity. His fingers brushed against her intermittently – her waist, her hips, her hip line – each touch as light as a dragonfly's wing, yet it sent shivers through her. "We're trying something different today," he said, pulling something from his pocket – a bundle of red rope, thinner and softer than the sky blue from last time. "This is called 'Zhu Sheng' (Vermilion Rope), perfect for the occasion." "What occasion?" Lin Li's gaze traced her form, deep and dangerous. "An occasion where you're hidden away somewhere by me, accessible whenever I desire." Before Shen Mengyi could grasp the meaning of his words, Lin Li moved. His actions were swift and precise. He pressed against her from behind, one hand covering her mouth, the other pinning her arms behind her back. "Don't make a sound," he whispered in her ear. "From now on, you are no longer the commanding CEO. You are my little secret, a treasure that needs to be hidden." "Does it hurt?" he asked, his fingers pausing at a knot. "...A little." "Good." He didn't loosen his grip, instead tightening it by another fraction. "Remember this feeling. It's proof that you belong to me." He continued, wrapping the rope beyond her limits. The red Zhu Sheng stood out starkly against her black dress, like a brand. Lin Li's technique was practiced and elegant, each binding both restrictive and decorative. The rope threaded under her arms, crossing over her chest to form a diamond pattern, lifting her full breasts before cinching them tight. "This is called 'Xiong Fu' (Chest Binding)," he explained as he worked. "It's not just to limit your movement, but to make you acutely aware of your own presence, of being controlled. Every breath you take now, you feel the rope's pressure – correct?" Shen Mengyi nodded slightly. Indeed, with every exhale, the rope tightened, pressing against the softest parts of her chest; with every inhale, it relaxed slightly, a stern rhythm. The inescapable sense of restraint made her dizzy. "And here," he extended the rope further, tying a knot at her waist, then her hips. His hand deliberately brushed against her most sensitive area, as casually as tying a shoelace. "This way, you can't walk properly. You'll have to take small steps – or, be consumed by me." He straightened up, admiring his handiwork. Shen Mengyi's current state was both vulnerable and alluring. Her arms were bound behind her, accentuating the shape of her body as the red rope constricted. The binding at her waist had caused her dress to ride up, revealing a large expanse of her back. She tried to bring her legs together to cover herself, but Lin Li gently nudged her ankles apart with his toe. "Don't cover up," he said. "Let me see." Shen Mengyi's face flushed crimson, but she dared not resist. In this position, her role seemed to have shifted. She was no longer the one giving orders, but an object bound, observed, and manipulated. "Do you know?" Lin Li pulled something from his pocket that made her blood run cold – a pink bullet vibrator. "I've kept this with me since that night. Thinking about when I could... again..." Shen Mengyi stood up, her fingers trembling as she unzipped her dress. The silk slid down, pooling at her feet. She was naked again, standing in her office, before the desk that symbolized the peak of her power. The night air was cool, brushing against her skin, sending a shiver through her. "Turn around, face the chair," Lin Li moved behind her, placing his hands on her shoulders. "Today, we're doing what's called 'Office Chair Restraint.' You'll experience how even the most honored position can become the most humiliating cage." He began his work. First, her wrists. Lin Li used a black nylon rope to pull her hands behind her back, crossing them, and then securing them to the back of the office chair. This position forced her breasts to protrude involuntarily, her shoulder blades pulled back. She could neither bend forward nor lean back, forced into a straight but awkward posture. "Comfortable?" he asked, his fingers lightly playing with the rope. "...Not comfortable," Shen Mengyi answered truthfully. Her shoulders were being pulled back, her muscles already aching. "Very good," he didn't loosen his grip, instead tightening it a fraction more. "The taste of power comes at a price, President Shen. You've sat in this position for so many years; now it's time you tasted what it's like to be imprisoned by it." He continued downwards, wrapping the rope around her waist and tying a knot on the chair back, completely securing her upper body to the chair. Then came her legs—he used a shorter rope to tie her ankles together, not to keep them close, but to fix them at a spread angle. The other end of the rope was tied to the casters at the base of the chair. Now her legs were forced apart, knees pointing outwards, her most private parts exposed to the night air without any cover. "One last step," Lin Li took out the final restraint from his bag—a black leather hood with a gag. Shen Mengyi's eyes widened. She had only seen such things online, never imagining she would wear one. It meant complete sensory deprivation, complete silence, complete helplessness. "No, not that," she began to struggle, but the ropes on her body rendered her immobile. "It's too dangerous, if we're discovered—" "When we're discovered," Lin Li interrupted, his voice calm yet dangerous, "you won't be able to speak. You'll only be able to make muffled sounds. You'll be a naked woman tied to a chair, gagged, with rope marks all over your body. And I will be your subordinate, someone who accidentally discovered you being kidnapped. Think about it, which story is more believable?" This threat made Shen Mengyi stiffen. He knew what she feared most—not being tied up, not being used, but losing her dignity, losing everything she had painstakingly built. And now he was using her fear to threaten her, forcing her to accept a deeper descent. "Open your mouth," he commanded, holding the gag in front of her. Shen Mengyi closed her eyes, tears slipping from the corners. But she obediently opened her mouth. The leather gag was pushed in, and the strap was buckled behind her head, forcing her mouth open into a shameful arc. She could no longer speak, only let out muffled whimpers. Then the hood was pulled down, covering her entire head, leaving only the openings near her nostrils for her to breathe. The world plunged into darkness and silence. She could only hear her own rapid breathing and heartbeat. Now she was truly helpless. Unable to see, hear, speak, or move, naked and bound to her own office chair, like an exhibit on display, waiting for the master's use. She didn't know how long it had been—perhaps a few minutes, perhaps half an hour. In the darkness, time lost its meaning. She could only feel the pressure of the ropes, the moisture rising within her due to tension, the feeling of utter, shuddering vulnerability. Then, touch came. It was Lin Li's fingers, gently tracing the red marks left by the ropes on her skin—from her collarbone to her waist, from her thighs to her ankles. The touch was as soft as admiring a work of art, filled with admiration and possessiveness. His fingers lingered on her most sensitive spots, stroking lightly, causing her body to tremble, but never staying too long, as if deliberately tormenting her. "You are beautiful now," his voice came from afar, yet seemed to be right by her ear. "Bound to your throne, naked, helpless, waiting to be used. This is your true self, President Shen. Not the strong woman who gives orders in the conference room, but a woman who craves to be controlled, to be filled." Shen Mengyi let out a whimper, the sound muffled and pathetic as it emerged from the hood. She wanted to respond, to refute, but the gag turned all her words into meaningless moans. Suddenly, she heard something—faint footsteps from outside the door. Her body instantly froze. Someone was there! Had the security guard started their rounds early? Or was it a colleague working late? She frantically wanted to shake her head, to make a warning sound, but the hood and gag left her unable to do anything. She could only sit there, bound, naked, waiting to be discovered, waiting for the humiliation to descend. The footsteps grew closer, seeming to be right outside the door. Shen Mengyi's heart pounded so hard it felt like it would burst through her chest, blood roaring in her ears. She imagined the moment the door would be pushed open—the security guard's shocked expression, the screams, and then the gossip throughout the entire company. Her reputation, her career, everything would be ruined. Just as she thought she was about to break, the footsteps gradually receded, disappearing at the end of the corridor. A feeling of exhaustion washed over her. Shen Mengyi gasped for air, though the opening near her nostrils made breathing difficult. She had never felt such fear, nor such excitement. The thrill of being on the verge of discovery made her body even more sensitive, every cell screaming with desire. Lǐ Yè held the remote control in his hand. "Business class," he had murmured when picking up the tickets, "window seat, with me next to you. We have four hours on the high-speed train today. For four hours, you belong entirely to me." Shěn Mèngyī's throat tightened. Four hours, in a confined carriage, under the gaze of others, all under the control of the remote in his palm. By the time they found their seats, other passengers were already in the carriage. A middle-aged man sat across the aisle, engrossed in his phone, dealing with emails; ahead of them, an elderly couple spoke in hushed tones. This ordinary, unremarkable atmosphere only amplified Shěn Mèngyī's tension – she was about to endure the most intimate torment in front of these strangers. "Sit down," Lín Lì commanded, his voice low enough for only her to hear, "and put this on." He handed her something – not a typical gag, but a more discreet design: a soft piece of silicone meant to be pressed under the tongue, secured to the teeth with a nearly invisible filament. It wouldn't force her mouth open, wouldn't cause her to drool, but it would render her unable to speak, unable to cry for help, capable only of producing muffled syllables. From the outside, she would appear to be wearing a retainer or a dental brace. Shěn Mèngyī trembled as she placed the device in her mouth, pressing it under her tongue. Indeed, from the outside, there was no visible abnormality, but her tongue was completely immobilized, unable to move, unable to form clear words. She tried to say "Hello," but only a muffled sound like "Mmm-lo" emerged. "Perfect," Lì Yè said, looking at her with a satisfied smile. "Now, you're mute. For four hours, you cannot speak, you cannot ask for help. You can only accept whatever sensations I give you." The high-speed train slowly began to move, pulling out of the station. The first half hour was calm. Lín Lì seemed to want to let her adjust first. The remote was off, and she simply felt the faint presence of the device within her and the pressure of the waist cincher. She watched the scenery blur past the window, trying to calm her racing heart. Then, the vibrations began. They were faint but unmistakable tremors, originating from deep within her. Shěn Mèngyī's grip on the armrest tightened, her knuckles turning white. She dared not make a sound, only biting her lip and fixing her gaze on the fleeting fields outside the window. "Would you like some tea?" Lín Lì suddenly asked, his voice as casual as if they were just chatting. Simultaneously, his finger lightly pressed a button on the remote. The vibration intensified by one level. Shěn Mèngyī turned her head, looking at him with pleading and anger in her eyes. But she couldn't speak, only emitting muffled sounds like "Mmm... mmm..." which sounded like moans of agreement. "Alright, I'll pour for you," Lì Yè said with a smile, taking a thermos from his bag and pouring her a cup of hot tea. As he handed it to her, his fingers brushed lightly against the back of her hand, sending a shiver through her. The aroma of tea filled the air, but Shěn Mèngyī couldn't savor it. She had to use all her willpower to maintain a normal posture, to keep herself from squirming in her seat. The continuous stimulation quickly made her wet, causing the device to shift inside her, creating deeper friction. The man next to them seemed to notice her discomfort and cast a puzzled glance her way. Shěn Mèngyī forced herself to smile and raised the teacup to take a sip, but because her tongue was immobilized, the tea trickled from the corner of her mouth, down her chin, and onto her windbreaker. "Are you alright?" the man asked politely. "Mmm... mmm..." she could only respond, her voice muffled and strange. She quickly wiped away the spill with a napkin, her earlobes turning bright red. Lín Lì watched her embarrassment from beside her, the amusement in his eyes deepening. He lightly pressed another button on the remote, and the vibration pattern suddenly changed – from a continuous hum to pulsed shocks, intensifying every few seconds, as if deliberately tormenting her nerves. Shěn Mèngyī had to close her eyes, pretending to doze, to hide the expression on her face. Her cheeks flushed, her breathing grew rapid, and her chest heaved under the pressure of the waist cincher, making it particularly noticeable. She could feel the device inside her gradually eroding her reason, drawing all her attention to the tormented area. Two hours later, as the train passed through a tunnel and the carriage plunged into darkness, Lín Lì finally switched off the remote. "Now," Lin Li stood up, extending his hand to her, "let me equip you. Our first contractual night begins." Saturday morning, Chen Mengyi woke up in restraints. She lay on her side, her breasts secured in leather cups against her chest, her legs bound together by a wide strap, her entire body encased in that corset, as if presented as a gift. She tried to move, but the toughness of the leather only allowed for slight wriggles. That utter sense of powerlessness brought her to a heightened state of alertness the moment she regained consciousness. Lin Li slept beside her, naked and warm. Sensing she was awake, he opened his eyes and reached out to caress her flushed cheeks, reddened by the restraints. "Good morning, my contractor," he whispered in her ear. "How was your first night?" "...Strange," she said, her voice hoarse from just waking. "I was worried I'd be constantly exploited, unable to utilize anything, but... I felt safe." "Good," he smiled. "This means your subconscious is starting to accept the state. Now, let me release you, take you to the restroom, and then... breakfast." The process of undressing was more complex than she had imagined. The leather straps were layered, revealing skin that was slightly red from prolonged binding. Chen Mengyi's limbs continued to ache as Lin Li helped her to the bathroom. She was already accustomed to this kind of care – being helped to walk, being assisted, being fed breakfast, like a pet taken out for grooming. But the real test began after breakfast. "Today's mission," Lin Li produced a new sheet of paper, "is called 'Invisible Prisoner.' I want you to complete a full day of work and rest in your normal state, but with my devices on and inside you at all times. Specifically—" He took out three items: a soft silicone internal device designed for long-term wear, with a nearly invisible thin string attached to its tail, the other end of which was a compact buckle; specially patterned nipple pasties with tiny cartoon characters inside that provided continuous stimulation; and a set of leather rings that could be attached to the base of her spine, preventing her from ever fully closing her legs. "You have to wear all of these," he said. "You'll accompany me to the company to retrieve a document – just retrieving a document, a ten-minute affair. But you have to enter the company, enter the elevator, enter your office in this state, maintain normalcy under the gaze of your subordinates, and then leave. This is called the 'Invisible Game' – on the surface, everything is as usual, but inside, you are my prisoner." Chen Mengyi looked at the devices, her heart accelerating. This was more dangerous than any previous mission – the earlier ones at least had clear beginnings and endings. This time, however, she had to enter public spaces with this "equipment," hiding her secret under the eyes of acquaintances. "If they discover..." "But they won't," Lin Li interrupted her. "The internal device is invisible, the nipple pasties look like ordinary anti-chafing stickers, and the back rings are hidden under your skirt. The only risk is your expression and reactions. That's the challenge, isn't it? To remain normal in the face of danger, to stay calm amidst stimulation, to maintain the facade of an independent woman while clearly being under control." An hour later, Chen Mengyi stood at the door of Lin Li's apartment, ready to depart. She wore a dark blue professional skirt suit, with a trench coat over it, looking no different from any other office worker coming to the company on a Saturday to retrieve a document. But only she knew – inside her, the silicone device lay quietly, emitting a subtle pulse with every step she took; on her chest, the thrice-used nipple pasties continued to exert pressure; at the base of her spine, the leather rings kept her legs in a slightly parted, alert position. And the most invisible mark was the dried, dark red signature beneath her collarbone – "Lin Li" – peeking out from her neckline. The drive to the company was an ordeal at every stage. While waiting for the red light, Lin Li's fingers tapped lightly on the dashboard, and every time he tapped a specific rhythm, the device inside Chen Mengyi would respond – it was a remote pause mode, faint but continuous, enough to keep her alert and sensitive. She pressed her legs together – or rather, tried to, but was prevented by the leather rings – her fingers clenching the strap of her bag, struggling to maintain a normal expression. "Turn right ahead," she directed, her voice unnervingly steady. As they entered the company parking lot, the office building was almost deserted on a Saturday, with only a security guard on duty at the entrance. Chen Mengyi took a deep breath and stepped out of the car. "Remember," Lin Li whispered in her ear, "you don't belong to yourself now. Every breath you take, every heartbeat, every tremor of your heart, is mine. Keep this thought, and you'll be able to do it." "Get up." He threw off the covers, and the air made her shiver. "Did you forget what I taught you yesterday? What's the first thing you do when you wake up?" She blinked, then remembered – he wanted her naked, kneeling, acknowledging her place. "Cartoon," he commanded. "Look at me." She held something in her hand, black, made of straps and metal, intricately shaped. She recognized it: a chastity device – the kind with a lock, covering her private parts, preventing touch, preventing use. "You're wearing this today," he said. "All day. I'll unlock it for you tonight. During this time, you will..." He had her lie down, her ass high in the air. The device was a harness, one strap around her waist, another between her legs, meeting at a metal plate that covered her most sensitive spot. The straps tightened, the metal plate pressed down, and she let out a muffled groan. The coolness and weight instantly sobered her. "Tight..." "I didn't ask you," he snapped. She lay there, trying to move. The metal plate shifted with her movements, difficult but offering no pleasure, only pure pressure and obstruction. She wanted to rub, but couldn't reach the right spot, only a constant, full sensation of being blocked. "Get up," he yanked her arm. "Training today. On your knees." He fastened the wide leather collar around her neck, three inches thick, locked tight, preventing her from lifting her head. Then he produced something new – a leash, a metal chain, one end hooked to the back of the collar, the other in his hands. "Crawl off the bed," he tugged on the chain. "Like a pet. On all fours, crawl down." She hesitated. He saw it, his eyes turned cold, and he yanked the chain hard, forcing her to stop. "I said crawl," his voice deepened. "Not walk, not stand. Crawl. Now, crawl." She rolled over, onto her stomach on the bed, then tentatively moved her knees to the edge, slowly lowering herself, on all fours. The carpet was rough, rubbing against her knees, a little painful. "Crawl to my feet," he stood at the foot of the bed, pulling the chain. She obeyed, moving her knees and elbows, keeping as low as possible, her head down, only seeing his legs. Halfway there, he suddenly stopped, pulling the chain, forcing her to stop too. "Your ass is too high," he said. "Get down, flat on the ground." She pressed down, her stomach almost touching the floor. "Good. Crawl over." She crawled the final distance, stopping at his feet, head bowed, able to see the texture of his legs. "Now, head up," he lifted her chin with his toe. "Look at me." She tilted her head back, the collar digging into her neck. "Do you know who you are?" he asked. "...Your pet."