Mistress had left the room and now I was alone, naked, and wet, knelling upon the cold epoxy floor eagerly awaiting her return.
She had ordered me to wash from head to toe and told me exactly where to wait. As I knelt on the floor I took in my surroundings and could only imagine what delights my mistress had in store for me.
On one wall was a rack covered in crops, whips, paddles, and canes of all sorts. I doubted she would find use for these. I'm a well-behaved little slut for Mistress and she doesn't like to hurt her good boy. At least when I'm behaving, she doesn't.
Another wall had a rack she could attach me too, another corner had a throne for mistress to sit and finally there was a padded pommel horse for her to bend me over.
Next to the pommel horse was a trolley and upon it was a series of toys each with the purpose of stretching my tight little ass.
As I took in my surrounding, I heard the door open, and my Mistress returned. She wore knee high stockings, High heel shoes and skimpy black lingerie. I was transfixed. Her skin looked delectable, and her tattoos ignited my arousal. Mistress looks like a cross between Margaret Qualley and Krysten Ritter. I am too lucky to be in the presence of such a goddess.
Immediately Mistress is pleased with my positioning. She stalks around me taking in her property with equal parts pride and pleasure. I'm just where she wants me.
She cuffs me with leather cuffs and then puts a leather collar on me. I'm hers now.
In a moment she changes her attention to the pommel and say I want you here. Patting the pommel by way of invitation.
I move to pommel and she straps me down to it with my ass exposed to the room. I'm helpless.
