Clock on the wall.

The subtle tick of the clock on the wall, the clock was given to her by her grandmother was all you could hear over their breath and the rope as it crossed over itself. The occasional whence could only be expressed in her mind, with the gag in her mouth, it was too easy to make noise, and for every noise and interruption of his work, that was not breathing, nor the tick of the clock, Sir would gently, yet firmly remind her silence was required for the rope to speak to him.

Writing Task: Take a perfectly innocent object or topic and have the person after you come up with a naughty use for it or a naughty scenario!

Subject requested: Wall Clock