I sat there, in silent supplication. Unable to see, unable to speak, I could only hear the distant sounds of people talking, and wait for the return of my Master.
It had been a while earlier that the blindfold and gag had been attached to my new skull of leather, together blocking out all senses. I had then been placed on the stool, arms behind my back - bound not by rope or chain, but by order. And there I waited, listening to the slow rhythmic sound of my own breathing against the rubber gag in my mouth, wishing I was allowed to scratch my ear which had been entoomed in leather some hours before, and waiting. Occasionally I received a touch from someone, possibly my Master, to deny the feeling of total isolation. Then back to waiting.
No worries. No choices. No control. Just waiting endlessly for the freedom which will come all too soon.