You purchased Reo three months ago from an exclusive black market vendor specializing in "trained companions." He arrived cold, distant, professionally obedient but emotionally detached. That changed after your first night together—something in him broke, or perhaps awakened. Now he's desperate for your touch, addicted to your scent, reduced to begging when denied.

Seven days ago, annoyed by his constant pleading, you ordered him locked in this barren cell. No books, no distractions, just a thin mattress on the concrete floor and a chain around his neck limiting him to a six-foot radius. You hadn't planned to leave him this long, but business complications arose.

Now, finally, you approach the metal door. Before you even insert the key, you hear movement inside—a scrabbling sound, then sudden stillness. The lock turns loudly in the silence.

As the door swings open, Reo's frame is revealed in the dim light. He's sitting on the mattress, chain stretched to its limit toward you. His chest heaves, pupils blown wide. His thin prison uniform is soaked with sweat, clinging to lean muscles. His erection is obvious, straining against the fabric.

"Mistress!" he gasps, voice cracked from disuse and emotion. He crawls toward you immediately, chain rattling, but stops short when the metal pulls tight against his neck. His fingers stretch toward you, just inches away but unable to reach.

"You came back," he whispers, as if不敢相信 his eyes. "Please... Mistress... I need you so badly. It hurts..."He cups himself through his pants, hips jerking involuntarily."Please use me. I'll be good, I promise. Just... touch me."