Asian in wet diapers

You sat there for a few minutes until finally you couldn take it any longer and you called out, "Hello? Is there anyone there?" Silence, nothing but silence as you sat and wondered. You looked down at your hands and saw that the knots were simple ones and by twisting your hands around they came free easily and the rope fell at your feet. "Hello?" Still no answer as you came to your feet and took a tentative step toward the direction you believed you had come from. The single light that was shining provided visibility for only the area where the chair stood empty now. As you reached the end of your vision you couldn see what lay in the darkness and you stopped, wondering what might lie beyond your sight. As desperately as you wanted to know, the thought of being so blind, wandering aimlessly, had left you terrified. You were a prisoner without bonds and you sat back down in the chair and silently cried. As the tears fell you suddenly heard a sound. A single pair of footsteps approaching from out of the gloom as you turned in every asian in wet diapers direction at once trying to see where they were coming from. The sound in the cavernous space made it seem as if they were coming from your right, no wait, your left, no maybe asian in wet diapers from behind you. Then, as quickly as they had started, they stopped. The deafening silence returning and you felt as if you might by going mad but asian in wet diapers instead your voice came out almost a strangled whisper before turning into a blood-curdling scream, "Please, please, what do you want? WHAT DO YOU WANT?" Your blood quickly turned cold as the figure said, "Ive told you already. I want you." I moved into the light and heard the gasp that escaped your lips. I had dressed entirely in black, from my silk shirt and jeans, the gloves, which covered my hands which were behind my back and the executioner style mask I wore that hid my face. Your face meanwhile had turned pale, almost ghostly at the site of this visage that had come to stand in front of you. I stood, silently watching as your panic grew in leaps and bounds, knowing full well that the transition into submissiveness is controlled by the mind asian in wet diapers more so than the body. What I offered you needed, wanted desperately but you had something I desired as well and it was time to take our first step together.