I sat by the wall perpendicular from where I ordered her to kneel. Exquisite was the first word, the only word, I was able to string together in comprehensible english. I lifted my drink and drew a relaxed mouthful from the crystal glass, carefully replacing it inside the ring of condensation it left behind. I unraveled my tie and left the two strands hanging down over my neck, and then opened my shirt. I couldn't slow my mind from the whirlwind of commands, images of how I needed to watch her suffer. I closed my eyes and breathed in deeply, listening to the sound echo in my ears as if listening to the shore in a shell. The red velvet curtains on the opposite wall to her were open, allowing the closed white netting behind it to flap in the breeze which cooled me and diffused the light from the moon.
The room had not much in the way of standard furnishing, but enough places were available for a body to be tied. An iron bed stood alone in the centre. The head and foot of it were made of vertical iron rods with four horizontal thick iron beams and simply housed a mattress with a fitted sheet. A mahogany cable drum was fixed to the floor in the corner between she and I, and in the opposite corner, a small oak table.
I sat and watched her intently. Her elbows against the floor and forearms raised off the ground, legs widely parted, on her knees and bum raised high. Her silky skin, highlighted by a soft light from the window, made her look even more elegant than she naturally was. Her breasts hung down from her chest, the hard flesh of her nipple almost kissing the oak wooden floor. She hadn't moved unless to breathe; I admired her greatly. She wore only the leather wrist and ankle cuffs, and her collar, beautifully crafted in black leather with four platinum 'D' rings and a platinum identification tag with her identification engraved: 'Slave'.
I moved to the edge of the bed and sat directly behind her. The moon lit her sex perfectly, highlighting the infinitesimally fine blond hairs peeking from the otherwise smoothly shaven surface. I knelt behind her and put my nose at the opening of her anus, breathing in her smell.
"Rest your head on the floor and spread apart your cheeks," I commanded. Her puckered little opening twitched as I spoke and I couldn't help but smile at her immediate obedience. Her vagina, nicely pink and marinaded in its juices, hugged itself tightly and smelled musky and sweet. I licked my finger and slid it fully inside of her rectum. She breathed in deeply, allowing a groan to betray her silence. Instantly her body rippled with tremors.
"As you are a fledgling," I said, "I will castigate you only lightly for such an offence but know this: if you ever make a sound without consent you will pay dearly. Do you understand?"
And as if each word were dipped in contrition, she replied "Yes, my Lord."
"At ease, Slave, I want to look at you."
She slowly straightened her back and turned, still on her knees, to face me. Her face was soft and cheeks afire. Her short, jet black hair framed her beautifully and gave her a look of innocence. With a deftly swipe, I struck her hard across the face, at which she gasped.
"Legs wider apart. I expect not to tell you again."
She said nothing, returning her gaze to the floor as a tear crawled along her cheek and rested in the corner of her mouth.
"Now, tell me why you're here," I said. Her mouth moved but hesitantly quivered as if searching for the answer. I pinched the taught nodule of her right nipple until I saw her wince, and attached to it a metal clamp, and then another, joined by a metal chain, to her left nipple. I pulled down hard on the chain and watched as the flow of her tears thickened.
"Why ... are ... you ... here, Slave?" I repeated, chugging the chain with each syllable.
"To ... serve you, my Lord," she replied sheepishly. I stood up and took the chain in my fist, ordering her to follow me on her knees, and languidly led her to the cable drum.
"On your fours," I demanded, "forearms go here, legs here. I want your bum high, your back arched and your head against the wood. Do you understand?"
"Yes, my Lord."
I strapped her in place and retrieved a wooden paddle from the wall behind me, returning to her rear. Her vulnerability was stunning. She now knelt fully shackled atop the drum at a perfect height and at my complete mercy. Her open sex cried like a chickling awaiting its feed, but it first needed punishing. With my tongue out, I softly licked her wet lips from bottom to top, resting slightly when I reached the opening to her bottom, and rimmed the puckered flesh around it.
