Under His Will. Chapter 2: The Hidden Test

The room was the same, but Leo was not. Something in him had changed since the first night. He no longer entered with doubts; he entered with hunger.

It was 19:59, and he was already kneeling in the center, with his back straight and his eyes down. He had arrived ten minutes earlier. He had not dared to touch anything. He just waited.

When he heard the door open behind him, he held his breath.

"Punctuality. Silence. Good posture," said Mr. M., walking slowly around him. "At least you remember the basics."

Leo did not respond. He had not been given permission to speak.

"Today, I have not summoned you to please you. Today, I have come to break you."

Leo swallowed. His body tensed, but his soul relaxed. He knew that everything that happened within those walls would be to form something new. And he wanted to be molded.

"Get up. Look ahead."

Leo obeyed. In front of him, a large box of dark wood that had not been there the previous time. On top, a leather blindfold, velvet-padded handcuffs, and a small bronze bell.

"Today, we are going to work on silence. I want you to understand that sometimes obedience does not consist of doing what you are told, but in not doing what you desire." He paused. "Your only limit tonight will be that bell."

Leo looked at him with a slightly furrowed brow.

"If you ring the bell," continued the Master, "the session will end immediately. And you will leave. But you will not return. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Are you willing to try?"

Leo nodded. This time, M. did not correct him.

"Then, undress."

Leo unbuttoned his shirt. His heart was beating so hard that he could hear it in his ears. He knew that tonight would not be like the previous one. And he did not want it to be. He needed it.

When he was completely naked, the Master approached him from behind and put on the blindfold. Then, the handcuffs.

"On your knees."

Leo went down.

"Now, listen."

The first few minutes were long and empty. Nothing happened. No caress, no word, no touch. Only the sound of the air conditioning and the tension in his chest. This was the first test: the void.

After that, something changed.

The sound of footsteps.

Then, an ice cube on his chest, which slowly slid down his torso. Leo groaned slightly. Too much.

"Silence," said M. from somewhere in the room.

Another ice cube. This time on the nape of his neck. A sudden change in temperature. And then, a dry slap on the thigh. It was not a strong blow. It was a warning.

"Your body will be called. Your mind will have to resist."

The ice alternated with soft caresses, and then with light blows. The contrast was confusing. The sensory confusion kept Leo trapped in a state between desire and uncertainty.

After a while, he heard the bell being pla...