Starting today, he finally has his standard outfit for home. A new matching collar and cuffs for his arms and legs. Now there’s no way out. The sight of him standing before me in his new collar and cuffs is both satisfying and arousing. The collar fits tightly around his neck, while the cuffs hold his arms and legs fast, robbing him of any chance of getting free. His eyes are wide with uncertainty and arousal as he tries to get used to his new confinement. Every movement, every attempt to free himself, is hindered by the cuffs, causing him to moan with frustration and desire. It is a moment of complete control, in which I dictate the dynamic and push him to his limits. He knows that he is completely at my mercy and that I am watching his every move.