John nodded and headed over towards the office. He pushed down any nerves, focussing them into arousal. His skin was already sparking with it, he could feel the psychic crackle already. He grinned as he walked into the office, and over to the bench.
He lifted the lid of the bench up, and whistled at what he found. That was some impressive collection, right there. Choosing carefully, he found the cuffs that had been offered previously, the sharp but small evil-looking teeth on the inside glinting. Hyper steel. Nice craftmanship. Next to them was a small wooden box containing a variety of small vials and bottles. he squinted at them, and sniffed experimently, but he couldn't make much out. He took them anyway, betting that they were meant to go with the cuffs.
Rifling through the rest, he found some attractive matching leather ankle and wrist cuffs, a spreader bar to go with them, and a gem of a heavy duty animal choke chain. Digging deeper he found a selection of padlocks and caribiners that could come in useful for that, as well as lube. At the bottom of the chest there was a lengthy canvas bag. John dragged it out and opened it up, smiling. Jackpot. It was full of various floggers, and other instruments. John thinned out a selection until it contained a cat o' nine tails with knotted ends, a leather flogger, a cane, what looked like a metal police nightstick, a paddle, and a glove with what looked like small spikes coming out of it on the palm and fingers..
He threw the other stuff into the bag too, leaving the bag on the desk, and put the rest back into the bench for now. He walked through into his room, hanging up his coat, leaving his boots at the door, and folding his clothes into a neat bundle on the floor. He padded back through to the office, and took up the required position against the desk, waiting patiently.