Angel lay bound spread eagle on the bed, the plug still inserted in her arse, making her painfully aware that she was now a different person. Not "painfully" as in physical pain, but "painfully" as in something else. she was full of emotions, emotions she could not quite understand. Like why did she feel so different now? she felt so good, so proud, and so strong. she thought about that last one. If she were what Master Daniel had called her, a submissive, then where did the strength come from. Didn't submit mean to surrender? And didn't surrender mean that one was weak? It was all too confusing.
Master Daniel rose from His chair, holding a wine goblet. He looked over at her, drained the glass, then refilled it and walked over to her. His rich voice, once again, making her tremble.
"you must be thirsty, My dear."
"Yes. Sir, a little." Angel's throat was so dry, she found it difficult to speak. she couldn't even wet her lips when she licked them.
He sat on the bed, lifted her head slightly and held the glass to her lips. she let it glide down her dry throat, "Oh, that's good stuff." she thought to herself.
After a few swallows He stood and set the goblet on the table. He walked to the end of the bed and stood. Master Daniel had shed His cloak sometime earlier while she was other wise occupied. He now wore a white billowy shirt and tight black breeches. His hair was tied back with a long black leather thong. His very presence was commanding.
He began stroking one of her legs with the back of His finger, sending shivers down her spine.
"How do you feel, pet?" He asked her.
"MMM, very good, milord. Only..." Angel felt silly asking something like that. He already thought she had muddled wits.
"Only what?"
she knew that she had better answer Him, kicking herself for bringing up the subject.
"It's just that i am a bit confused, milord." she said as she tried to keep the quiver out of her voice.