That night, after his little "show" of domination, he spent the next couple of hours making the slowest, sweetest love to me. He kissed, caressed, loved every single inch of my body. Then, I curled up in his arms and went to sleep, sleeping the best I've ever slept in my life.
The next morning, I woke in the grips of fear. I was in a strange room, naked, tied face down, spread-eagle on a strange bed. As the cobwebs of sleep cleared from my head, I remembered the previous night and his promise of punishment. I raised my head the best I could, looking around, but the room was empty. I called out his name, but didn't get a response. I tested my bonds, but my hands and feet were tied tightly, stretching my body as far as it would go.
I lay there for what felt like hours (though, when I checked the clock it had only been about 15 minutes) and I heard the door open. I couldn't believe he actually went somewhere, leaving me here tied to the bed. I lay quietly, with one eye on the open door. I could hear him in the kitchen. My heart was pounding, as I waited to see what he had in store for me. It got quiet, and I was holding my breath as I watched the door. Just then, I saw him peek around the corner. He remained behind the door, looking in at me, with a small smile on his face, "You awake?"
"Yes, are you just going to leave me here like this?" I asked, trying to sound pitiful.