duckie is moving to the center of the stage, flanked by the two subs. They’re right on him, working efficiently—one secures thick leather cuffs around his wrists, locking them to the horizontal bar hanging above. Another is at his feet, snapping a spreader bar into place between his ankles, forcing his legs apart.

They step back. He’s fully restrained now—arms stretched up, legs spread wide, body completely exposed.

His back is to us, muscles tense but his posture steady.

Madam steps forward, a leather paddle in her hand.

Here we go.