After a little while you allow me to go to the bathroom so I can get rid of the plug and when I come back you stand up and take my hand. "Come, little one."
I follow you to a corner where you have a new toy set up. You throw the cover off and I gasp, you had talked about getting suspension equipment for our room, and seeing it now makes my heart beat faster.
You guide me under the metal bars and proceed to attach straps to my wrists, then you continue to attach straps to my upper legs, I am now suspended a few feet off the ground, open, vulnerable. You walk around me straightening and tightening until it feels comfortable. You stroke my cheek and then you put the blindfold back over my eyes.
"Ready to play, my little slave pet," you whisper huskily and I shiver in awareness. You don't wait for my reply, none is needed; I hear you move around the room and then you tell me,
"I want you to concentrate and feel what I am doing."
I frown a bit, but I nod, "yes, Master." As soon as the words were out of my mouth something hot hits my stomach, and I suck my breath in, it doesn't burn but the heat is very intense.
You ask me, "do you know what it is, slave?"