I looked up from my laptop before resting my elbows on my desk to rub at my eyes, relaxing back into my chair with a slow breath. My eyes opened, and my focus fell on the little clock in the right hand corner of the screen to show that a good amount of time had passed since I had last looked. My hand absently scratched at an absent itch on my skull as my tongue ran over my teeth slowly; /Does he need more time…? Do I need more time?/ I asked myself, looking at the paper I was writing for a class. It wasn’t due for another week and I already had a pretty good start to it. Pulling the earphones from my head, I shut the top of my laptop down, letting it fall to sleep as I stood up and stretched out my back, my toes curling into the cheap carpet of my apartment. Walking into the bathroom, my attention turned to the double doors that led to the walk in closet, one of the highly celebrated amenities the otherwise sub-par apartment offered….no matter. The rent was cheap enough, and the doors locked, the AC ran cold in the summer, and the heat blew warmly in the winter. I didn’t really have much need for anything else anyways….I reach for the knob of the double doors and carefully push it in, neglecting to turn on the over head light, finding that the three bulbs above the sink on the opposite wall offered plenty of visibility. The stream of light fell over…./him/. His wrists and legs spread, his bare chest very open as his chin hung barely above his chest. Over his head rested an old motorcycle helmet, the clear visor generously taped over to block any view through it. I rested my shoulder right shoulder against the door frame and crossed my arms, mentally planning out what I wanted to do and how I wanted to do it as I watched him squirm restlessly. He was a good friend of mine, and suffice to say not new to the whole concept of domination.

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