I'm relaxing at home, in my silk nightdress, when I spot the strangest thing on the bookcase. A leather collar. I know that you must have left it for me, and I assume that means I'm allowed to put it on? It feels wonderful, and it makes me wonder - is this the start of some kind of treasure hunt? Half way up the stairs, I find a leash to attach to the collar. That feels wonderful. Maybe I should kneel on the stairs and wait for you to come home? But on the landing, there are two silk scarves. I make my way into the bedroom, and realise that you must surely be hoping for me to tie myself up, and gag + blindfold myself with the silk scarves too? Once I've done that (and handcuffed my wrists behind my back), all I need to do is wait, and anticipate your arrival with great excitement. I do hope you'll be pleased with me!
