Porcelain

She leans in close, her breath brushing his ear. "Give me your hands," she purrs, her voice soft but commanding. From the glass table, she picks up a pair of leather cuffs, their sleek surface catching the light, and gently secures his wrists to the chair’s arms.

Her movements are deliberate, almost reverent. She reaches for another item, tracing an index finger along its length as if savouring its texture. "It’s a little cold," she muses, tilting her head with a playful smile. "We should warm it up, don’t you think?" She holds it before his lips, her gaze locking with his. "Would you like to help with that?"

"Yes," he says quickly, his voice trembling with anticipation. "Yes, please."

"Good," she says, her tone low and velvety. The porcelain dildo presses lightly against his lips. "Open."