The lights were turned off when the knock came at my door, exactly on time, only the amber glow of many candles casting their flickering illumination throughout the apartment. I'd instructed her to shut her eyes after knocking, and so I reached for her hand as I opened the door, leading her in without a word. At once, I was behind her, a whisper of silk sounding as I laid the black scarf over her eyes, binding it tight behind her head.
"No sight," I whispered, breathing into her ear as I stood behind her, my hands skimming down her clothed body. "I want you vulnerable. Dependant on me for this night."
Then, I slowly undressed her, removing first her jacket and shoes, then her blouse, and skirt, leaving her clad only in the lacy black bra, panties, garter and sheer black stockings I'd instructed her to wear. For long moments, I simply stood back and observed her, taking in the way she quivered as her head turned this way and that, trying to determine whereI was simply by sound. I moved silently, circling behind her. "Beautiful," came my soft whisper, as I leaned in, letting her feel the brush of my silk-shrouded breasts against her back.
Removing the rest of her clothing, I took her hand and led her to the bathroom, where the tub I had prepared steamed, filling the air with the scent of rose and jasmine from the oils I had poured in. Guiding her every movement, I helped her to step in and sink down into the hot water, one hand moving to stroke her hair. "Relax, little one," I cooed. "Your Mistress has some preparations to make, but I will be back to bathe you." Then, to ensure that she not undertake the task herself, I lifted each wrist in turn, brushing the sensitive skin over her pulse point with a kiss before securing each into the shackles I'd long ago had mounted just for this purpose.
I left her, then, blind and bound, unable to do anything but soak in the scented water while I left to finish setting things to rights.
It was perhaps fifteen minutes before I stepped back into the bathroom, long enough to perhaps leave her wondering if I would ever return, but not so long as to let the water cool. Naked now, myself, I knelt by the side of the tub, taking up a soft cloth and jasmine scented soap, proceeding to bathe my beautiful girl from head to toe, wordless but with great tenderness. This was the time to relax her, lower her walls and teach her to trust me. I kept an eye on her body language, noting the release of tension in her muscles as I gently scrubbed her back and arms, not going near any erogenous zone until I was sure she was completely at ease.
Only then did I bring up the cloth, letting heated water drip slowly over her breasts, watching a rivulet trace a path around a nipple that came erect. Leaning forward, my tongue caught the droplet, then swept quickly over the nipple, drawing it into my mouth and bringing a soft moan to my girl's lips.
"Shh," I breathed, releasing her, and continuing downwards soaping her breasts, then belly. "Open for me, sweetling," I gently ordered, smiling as her thighs parted at once so that I could lather the softly smooth mound, fingers dancing between her folds to tease as well as cleanse.
Finally satisfied that she was clean, I unbound her wrists and bade her to stand as the tub drained, turning on the shower for a last rinsing of her body, then helped her out and toweled her dry, still allowing her to do nothing for herself.
She was led, then, from the bathroom and into the playroom, her first time in that room, so that she could not know what was around her. We stopped in the middle, though I kept hold of her hand as I turned to face her, smiling as I brought her fingers between my thighs. "Feel how you arouse me, precious?" I murmured. Her fingers pressed eagerly forward, as I'd known they would, seeking to brush my throbbing clit, but without permission or command. Quick as a viper, I released her, and the sharp sound of my flat palm against her cheek rang loudly in the room, hard enough to sting, though I suspect it was surprise and dismay that brought her to her knees before me, whimpering.
"Did I tell you you could stroke me?" came my demand.
"No, Mistress."
"Remind me, little slut. When are you allowed to touch me?" The tenderness was gone from my voice, leaving a ring of iron in its place.
"Wh-when you tell me, Mistress," she whispered, cheeks flushed.
"That's right," I said, voice quiet, but firm. I grabbed a handful of her hair, jerking her back to her feet and over to a padded bench. Pushing her down, I made short work of securing her wrists, thighs and ankles, leaving her bent forward and spread for me, exposed.
"I show you tenderness, and you get uppity. We can't be having that." I left her there, though was sure to make noise as I moved around the room, soft clinks as I picked up one item after another, only to discard it until I had what I wanted.
Moving over, I let the deceptively soft ends of the long-tailed flogger I had chosen tickle over her back and ass, bringing goose bumps to her lovely skin. "Who are you?" I asked.
"I am your whore, Mistress."
"Good girl," I purred, then stepped back. A swish and a crack as the first blow landed on her ass, not as hard as the sound made it seem it should be, though it didn't stop the soft cry from spilling from her lips.
"Now, you will be silent. Not a sound."
I saw her nod, and couldn't quite keep a cruel smile from my lips. The flogger cracked again, and again, each impact harder than the one before, reddening her back, ass and thighs as she squirmed so deliciously, trying not to make a sound. It was too much, though, and a whimper escaped.
"I told you to be quiet," I barked. "Shut up, bitch, or you'll be gagged." To emphasize the threat, I flicked the tips of the flogger against the exposed folds of her sex, but that only made her cry out, as I had hoped.
Clucking my tongue in disapproval, I set down the flogger and moved to pick up a small harness from a shelf, carrying it back and settling it in place. It was something I'd made myself, a ball gag with a secure set of straps, but with the addition of a slim shaft protruding forward from the gag like a phallus, one I had plans for later. "Now you can make as much sound as you like, bitch," I hissed. "No one is going to hear you."
I resumed the flogging with greater intensity, raining blows down over her flesh, flogging her ass and the now slick lips of her cunt until she was screaming into the ballgag. "You deserve this," I said, between blows. "If you won't learn from kindness, you'll learn from pain. You belong to me, now, and I expect better service, not worthless, weak chattel."
By the time I stopped, her face was shining with tears, body shaking. Returning the flogger to its place, I knelt by her, the sight of those tears sending a shiver of arousal down my spine as I leant forward to lick at one, savouring the salty tang.
"You are so beautiful when you cry," I murmured, reaching to pull the blindfold from her, then cupping her chin so she looked up at me, the other hand stroking her hair. "Shh, now. It's over, and you've learned, yes?" A quick, almost frantic nod of her head had her chin pressing my hand, and I rewarded her with a soft kiss to her brow. "Good girl," I murmured, and it took my breath away to see how those two simple words made her shiver with pleasure.
Gently, I unbound her and helped her to her feet, sliding an arm around her waist when her legs proved to be shaky.
