The butler woke her next morning. He unlocked the heavy metal shackles and placed a breakfast tray on the side table. 'Eat this, use the bathroom, get dressed. I'll be back in twenty minutes.' Anari rubbed her wrists, feeling the indentations where the cuffs had bitten into her skin. Already she knew better than to refuse to do as she was ordered. Hastily she ate the food, showered and slipped on the hateful, revealing uniform. She was just putting on the shoes when the butler returned. He was carrying what looked like a dog collar and lead.
'Stand still,' he said brusquely. Obediently she allowed him to buckle the collar round her neck, the leash dangling between her breasts. The butler snatched up the end and gave a tug. Like a dumb animal, Anari was led out of the room and down the two flights of stairs to the basement room.
The Master was already there, seated in his chair. The butler dragged Anari to stand in front of him. He looked at her steadily and coldly until she was forced to drop her gaze under the scrutiny of those steely eyes. 'Kneel down, girl.' The tone of voice brooked no argument. Anari dropped to her knees, arms by her sides, eyes still looking down at the floor.
Casually the Master reached out, hooked his fingers into the cleavage of her dress and pulled downwards. The gauzy material slipped from her shoulders and her breasts sprang into full view, aureoles dark, and nipples firm.
The Master smiled when he heard Anari's stifled gasp. His fingers travelled slowly over her naked breasts, savouring the rounded contours, the sensuous slopes, the pertness of her nipples.
Anari felt like a piece of merchandise, handled impersonally before purchase. Then the Master bent forward and lifted her skirt. 'Open your legs.' She obeyed, knowing that this would expose her smooth and shaved pussy through the transparent panties. The Master pushed the flimsy triangle of her knickers aside and inserted his finger deep into her pussy. His thumb pressed insistently against her clit. Anari swallowed hard. Always very responsive, she knew that she could easily be made to cum and she knew instinctively that she should try to prevent that happening unless she had permission. She gritted her teeth and allowed the Master to complete his leisurely and intimate exploration of her.
Abruptly he leaned back into his chair. An imperious gesture summoned the butler, who had been hovering discreetly in the shadows, watching salaciously. 'Tie her to the post,' ordered the Master. The butler nodded and grabbed the end of the leash, jerking Anari roughly to her feet.
He walked her over to a stout wooden pillar and positioned her so that she stood with her back to it. He took her wrists and pulled her arms back, binding her wrists securely behind the post. He tied her ankles together, securing them to the pillar. 'Gag her,' said the Master. A long piece of cloth, knotted in the centre, was forced into Anari's mouth and tied tightly at the back of her neck. Another wave of the Master's hand and the butler was gone, bowing obsequiously.
Her heart pounding, Anari waited, helplessly bound and gagged, her dress around her waist, breasts naked and on display......
She felt the cold pillar behind her and felt helplessness descend upon once more. What could he want with her now?
