He caught me sneaking around, and now I'm facing the consequences. Stripped of my freedom and locked away, I'm left to negotiate for even the smallest bit of mercy—but every attempt only makes things worse. With strict rules, humiliating body writing, towering heels, and constant reminders of my mistakes, I'm kept exactly where he wants me. This isn't about comfort—it's about discipline, control, and learning that actions have consequences. Will I earn my freedom, or spend the weekend proving I've learned my lesson?
