You’d probably reflect that you should have anticipated this, if you were capable of reflecting, or thinking, right now. Telling him not to mess with you, even for just a minute, was like a red rag to a bull. Of course he was going to.

You were in the midst of some kinky mischief in your room when you noticed your phone was dying - and your charger was downstairs. You weren’t exactly in the middle of scrolling through social media, but you just wanted to make sure you could use it if you needed to. So you scurried out of the room, not bothering to put any clothes on. After all, you’d only be gone for a minute. What could happen?

Yeah, you really should have seen this coming.

As you began to descend the stairs, you glanced at the opposite wall, through the window that overlooked the street. It occurred to you that if you stopped here for any length of time, any random passer-by could glance up and see you in all your naked glory. The thought of that thrilled and frightened you in almost equal measure. As titillating as that mental image was, it was probably a bad idea to let your neighbours, some of whom were good friends, catch you in the buff.

You quickened your step, your breasts bouncing, and reached the plateau halfway down the stairs. You started to turn, to traverse the last remaining steps downstairs - and his voice called out, “Pause.” At once you stopped in place, your thoughts frozen like a paused TV programme, your body held in its half-turned pose. You were suspended in time, standing still on the stairs, staring into space.

It was as if you’d foreseen the future - the very fantasy that flitted through your mind moments earlier had come to life. One word from your dominant, in his deep authoritative voice, had reduced you to a mindless, motionless mannequin. You were helpless to resist, even though this very scenario, and your preference for it not to happen, had occurred to you immediately beforehand. He had commanded you to pause, and you had no choice but to obey.

And here you remain, a nude statue, right in front of the window, completely exposed. Anyone who happened to pass your house could glance up and be taken aback to see a static shortstack standing there. Anyone could look up at your partly-turned profile, your glassy gaze, your long flowing hair, your pendulous tits, your thick ass and thighs, and your slick cunt. You could be stuck here for hours while a crowd gathers outside to admire you - like an exhibit in an art gallery, a sculpture behind protective glass. Kept out of reach of the general public, but displayed openly to them, with no detail hidden.

If you were conscious right now, you might be fuming at your dom for immobilising you in this precise spot. You might be awestruck that he managed to time his command perfectly without even looking, without leaving your bedroom. You might be overcome with arousal at being frozen, stark naked, where anyone and everyone could see your bare body. You might be concerned that your phone is almost definitely dead by now. You might be all of the above at once.

Right now, though, you’re none of them. You’re paused, unable to think or move until he says ‘play’. Until then, you’ll stay right here, a pretty toy on display.