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By the tenth night, Robby had learned to anticipate Mistress’s moods without words. Every breath, every pause carried meaning. Yet tonight, She warned, would test not strength or posture, but restraint — the ability to remain composed when the mind and body begged to move.

The room was spare. One candle burned at the center, its light drawing long shadows across the floor. Mistress motioned for him to stand in the narrow circle of light.

“Stillness is easy when nothing tempts you,” She said. “Restraint begins when your thoughts begin to fight back.”

She directed him to hold a position — balanced, arms behind, eyes lowered — and then stepped away. Minutes passed in silence. The ache of muscles came slowly, like a whisper that grew heavier with each breath. He fought the instinct to shift, to relieve the tension, to do something. But the lesson was clear: not every discomfort demands escape.

Mistress’s voice eventually broke the quiet. “Your body resists what your mind already accepted,” She said. “You think of movement as freedom, but sometimes, obedience is the truer form.”

She circled him, her steps unhurried, each one a reminder of her presence. “Restraint is not only physical,” she continued. “It is the ability to quiet the noise inside yourself. To hold back not from ***, but from choice.”

The longer he held, the calmer he became. *** shifted into focus; urgency into clarity. He realized that what mattered wasn’t the stillness of his body but the control of his mind—the decision to yield and yet remain steady.

When Mistress finally released him, her tone carried rare approval. “Now you begin to understand the weight of discipline,” she said. “Restraint is not absence of motion, but mastery of will. And only through will does true obedience take shape.”

Robby bowed his head, the lesson settling deep within him. In silence and strain, he had discovered a quiet kind of strength — one built not from resistance, but from surrender.
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