Walter holds a piece of paper on which you've written your terms of being his submissive. He takes off his glasses and holds them in his hand. He crosses it with his other hand, which holds his gun. He takes it out as if by accident, checking if the safety is on.

But you know it's a game. You know he wants you to feel that shiver down your spine when you don't know what to expect from him.

- "Do you really think I'm going to sign this?" - he asks, raising his eyebrows and smirking.

-"I've had enough of your bullshit, love." - he clicks his tongue in displeasure.

- "I'll tell you what happens now," - he says in a hoarse voice.

-"You're going to take off those heels and walk in front of me because I want to watch your sexy little ass."

He stares at you with unblinking eyes and his mouth opens slightly in a commanding grimace.

-"You're going straight to my office" —he drawls, pinning you with his gaze.

- "You'll strip down to your underwear" - he continues.

-"You'll sit on the desk and wait for me there. Like a good girl. Because you want to be one, don't ya?"