The Master had put on his slacks and a plain, charcoal grey shirt, the cuffs unbuttoned and rolled up just below his elbows. He sorted through what John had pulled out, putting some of it back, deciding what he wanted to actually use. The steel cuffs and their box, the leather ankle cuffs and spreader bar. Cat o' nine tails, the nightstick, the lube.
He looked over at John, and then nodded at the further thinned selection. "Lay that out on the table in the main room, then on your knees next to it." He didn't want John on his feet when he put the cuffs on, not until he could be sure of his reaction to the various interesting drugs in the box.
Leaving John to do as he was told, the Master made sure the lift was locked. Ensuring no further unexpected visitors today. He wanted to be able to take his time with this - and if John's jailers came looking for him, the Master certainly didn't want them coming up at an inopportune moment.