Aya was His.
His toy.
His plaything.
His slave.
And god she loved it!
She'd worn what her Master had asked. The collar felt safe and right around her delicate throat. He head was bowed as she knelt on the cold floor, all she could hear was her own breathing, steady and slow. Then she heard Him. He was walking up the stairs, ready to inspect, torture and use His slave. Aya's breathing quickened, her heart racing as she began to imagine the delights and pain He had in store for her.
As Theo entered, His slave was in front of him, eyes cast to the floor, on her knees and ready to serve him in any way he wished. She was a beautiful sight.
"Stand slave." Aya instantly did as she was told. In one graceful movement she was stood in front of Him, her eyes still on the floor. "I'm guessing your going to be my good slave today?" Aya nodded. "Well, turn around and let me look at you." She turned around slowly, feeling His eyes on her the whole time. "Very nice slave. Now, we're going to play a game. This is going to train to stay still, even when you're being pleasured. So, kneel in front of me again, hands behind you."
She was on her knees in a second, curious about this game her Master wanted her to play. Theo moved behind her and knelt down. "I want your finger tips to touch each other, so thumb to thumb etc. Now, I'm going to put a penny in between each one, and you must not drop any of them, no matter what I do or you shall be punished. Understand?" Aya nodded, keeping her fingertips locked together.
She began to think that this would be easy, her fingers didn't seem to need to do much work to hold onto the pennies. Then, her Master came back to kneel in front of her. His hands went to her breasts. She sucked in a breath, not expecting to be touched so soon, but she didn't drop anything.