Service Session: Preparing the Guest Room

The Master is expecting company. Torn moves through the guest room like she’s on trial. Cuffs bite her wrists, chain jerks her between the bedpost and the nightstand. She stretches to smooth the sheets, spine bent, ass offered to the empty doorway. One crack of the cane lands—sharp, hot—then another, just to remind her who’s watching. She keeps working. Tightens the leather straps on the headboard, checks the spreader bar tucked beneath the mattress, makes sure the lube and the plugs sit ready on the tray. Her breath comes quick; every sting across her skin pushes her to move faster, cleaner. She lines up the towels, wipes a speck of dust from the mirror, tests the cuffs again. The room must look perfect. Nothing out of place. Nothing left to chance. Because when the guests arrive, Torn won’t be the one in charge. She’ll be the first thing they see.