The room was relatively large. The sparseness of the furnishings helped increase the feeling of size. One door led to the rest of the house. Another to a bathroom, and a set of sliding doors opened into a sizable closet. The walls were painted with a faux-marble finish in shades of blue, white and gold, which helped make the lack of decorations less obvious. The windows were hung with heavy velvet draperies in a blue so deep it approached black. Opposite each real window was another curtain, which created a sense of symmetry and served to hide some of the more unusual pieces of furniture in the room. Light came from sconces places between the windows and their faux counterparts, and was controlled by a dimmer switch.
The central feature of the room was a king-sized bed with an intricate head and foot board. The bed was clothed in sheet of the same dark blue as the curtains, and a comforter that complemented the wall color. A decedent number of pillows also graced the bed. The comforter was folded and resting at the foot of the bed. In the middle of the bed lay a woman. The whiteness of her skin contrasted with the dark sheets and drew the eye to her naked body. A black leather cuff encircled each wrist and ankle. A matching collar around her neck was attached to the headboard by a length of chain. A quick-release discretely worked into the chain allowed her to leave the bed and use the bathroom. She lay now with the chain in place, strands of hair that had feed themselves from her braid framing her face as her head lay on the pillows. Her arms arched over her head, meeting at the wrists. They appeared bound because of their position, but they weren't. One long leg lay stretched out straight, while the other was bent. The room was warm enough that she did not need a blanket for warmth, and the stillness of the air meant that she did not feel the need to cover up. Once, she would have felt too insecure to sleep so exposed, but she had discovered that the cuffs and collar provided her with the same sense of security, and her slow, steady breathing revealed that she slept soundly despite her vulnerability.
The door opened and in walked a man, her master. Dressed in jeans and a t-shirt, his bare feel made almost no noise as he walked across the thick oriental carpet and over to the bed.
Though he had seen her this way many times before, the peaceful expression on her face as she lay there, chained the bed, exposed and vulnerable, ready for him use, made his cock stir.
