When I woke up, I was in Amber's bed.
The room was quiet. Dim. The stream was off.
The first thing I felt was warmth. Clean sheets, a thick blanket pulled over me, and something soft beneath my head. The second thing I noticed was the lack of tightness around my neck. My collar was gone. My leash too. The tail plug had been removed, and my body was sore but free.
I blinked slowly. My mouth was dry. My limbs felt heavy. But I didn't feel fear. I didn't feel shame.
I felt safe.
Amber was sitting beside me.
She wasn't dressed to dominate. No leather, no heels, no instructions. Just a hoodie and shorts, her hair tied up, a soft mug of tea in her hands.
"Hey," she said quietly, brushing my hair back. "You're okay. You did amazing."
She set the mug down and slipped under the covers next to me. Her arms wrapped around my body, and I instinctively curled into her. She held me tighter.
We stayed like that for a long time.
"I pushed you hard," she said. "Harder than ever. And you took it. You gave me everything. I'm proud of you."
I let out a small breath. The tightness in my chest slowly loosened.
Amber pressed a kiss to my temple.
"Today's not about tasks. Or streams. Or cages."
She paused.
"Okay, well… you're still locked. But we're not adding anything smaller. Not today."
That made me smile just a little.
She continued. "Today is for rest. For recovery. For remembering how much I care about you. Not just what you can take."
She pulled the blanket up around my shoulders and tucked it under my chin.
"You've earned your obedience. But I want you to know, you're still a person. A good one. Mine."
I felt my eyes sting—not from pain, but from how much I needed to hear that.
We didn't do anything else that day.
No plugs. No camera.
Just the two of us.
She let me nap curled in her lap, fed me gently from a spoon, massaged my sore thighs, and whispered praise every time I stirred.
When the sun set, she pulled my caged cock gently between her fingers, looked down at it, and smiled.
"Tomorrow we start again."
But tonight, I wasn't a toilet. Or a pet. Or a stream toy.
I was hers.
And I was loved.