Fetish doll

She steps into the room like something out of a dark dream. Shiny leather clings to every curve, black straps crossing pale skin. The ultrahigh platform shoes make each step deliberate, dangerous. Her blonde hair falls over one shoulder, catching the light as she moves. The chains attached to her collar jingle softly when she settles on the bed. She touches herself without hesitation, spreading her legs wide. Her fingers work between her thighs with steady purpose, slow at first, then faster. Metal glints against leather as she arches her back. The room is quiet except for her breathing. She bites her lip, pressing harder, hips rolling against her own hand. A single bead of sweat slides down her stomach. She keeps going until the tension breaks, body shaking, leather creaking, the chains falling still against her chest.