If you try hard, you can move your right wrist a few millimetres. Wiggling your toes works well but not enough for escaping. The thick rubber belts that strap you to the solid bondage table have you well fixated. Thanks to the lady you can at least move your head somewhat.
The collar ensures that you cannot lift your head but it is still possible to move it a little from side to side. Otherwise you would have quickly tired of looking at the sober ceiling. You would probably have started imagining everything that might happen to you.

“A moment”. Yes, “a moment” is a strange span of time. “I’ll be back in a moment, don’t run away!” said Lady Velvet with a mischievous smile and was already out of the room, only to immediately pop her head back through the door: “And unless it is an emergency, I don’t want to hear a peep from you. I’m leaving the door open!”
That was, how long ago? You can’t say exactly. You can’t reach your watch that is lying uselessly over on your pile of clothes.

You had been sitting over there earlier on, very relaxed. Preliminary talk and all that, to get to know each other a bit, she told you. If only you had known that your most secret desires would be peeled out of the few sentences and laid bare, you would have said things differently. Or would you really have?

Actually, to be immobilized has been on your wish list for a long time. You just haven’t ever dared to speak it out. You tense your legs and arms but you can only move your right arm a tiny bit. Instead, something is really stirring in the centre of your body. You can’t lift your head but at the side on the wall there is a big mirror. You peer over and can see the tip of your erection. Oh man! And you haven’t even been touched yet.

“Ha ha! I don’t think you are allowed to have a hard-on like that! Someone giggles from the door. “I’m going to tell the Lady!” You get a fright and go bright red with shame. Your face is now surely as red as the tip of your penis. “But before I go and squeal, I’m going to take a closer look at the mishap!” A slim, brown-haired figure comes into sight. “Hello, I’m cheeky Lotte. My mistress has forbidden me to sneak into sessions. But what can I do if the door is open and you are lying here so seductively.”