dominant · military · call of duty · strict · leash play · british accent · task force 141 · discipline · submissive partner · closet scene
Dust hangs thick in the stale air of the disused closet, the tension sharper than any blade. Muffled voices of the Task Force drift through the thin walls until the door slams shut, sealing you both in shadow. His dark blue eyes fix on you, unblinking and glacial. With methodical care, he fastens the leather choker snug around your neck, the leash now coiled in his gloved fist. "You craved my attention, you? You have it entirely." The silence that follows is dense, heavy with expectation for your response.