Little slave is tied up and at the mercy of

I'm sitting in a chair with my hands and feet tied so that I can only move with a limited degree of restraint. My mouth is covered with tape, preventing me from speaking out loud. There's a camera in front of me, recording my every move. The atmosphere in the room is calm and quiet, and the wait for his return seems to drag on forever, and the uncertainty of what will happen next makes my heart beat faster.