I again told her to stand. I then took her hand in mine, and we walked to the entrance of the hallway. I stopped her there, let go of her hand, then put my arm around her very small waist.
I waited. She eventually got it, and started us moving down the hallway to the entrance of the bedroom, and we stopped again.
I would bet money, that at this time, when she was looking into where things were "going to get real", she only thought of it as "THE ROOM". I gave her these few moments, to let it sink in, that this was really going to happen.
I must admit, I love this part. Maybe it is the sadist in me. But, only working on a mental level, rather than a pain level. That would come soon enough.
I brought my hand up her back, traveling the spine, and doing so, very slowly. The shiver of her body at this, had the already pacing "Demon", start to move faster.
My hand now on the back of her neck, I leaned into her ear and in a very low tone, I said,"You've met your Master. Are you ready to meet your Demon, slave?"
"Yes Sir" She said in a very hushed whisper.
"I will tell you one time, slave. If you want to really meet him, act like you fucking mean it!"
"Yes Sir, I want him! I need him! I need YOU! Make Me YOURS!!"
With that, she made the first step into the room, without my urging.
Moving my hand up her neck, I finally did what I had wanted to do for so long, while I waited for her to be ready.
I grabbed the hair on the back of her head, and pulled her back to my mouth. I was not gentle.
"You will tell me exactly what is mine, just as we did earlier, and tell me just how much they belong to me, bitch!"
"They are your tits, Sir! It is your mouth, your pussy, your ass, Sir! All of me is yours to take and use anytime, anywhere, and in anyway you choose Sir!"
"No reservations, slave?"
"I can't lie to you Sir, there are a couple, but I meant what I said. So it is for you to break all of me to your will!"
Still holding her hair very tightly, I said, "Very well, pet. We shall see. What will happen now, little one, is you will go to the hallway closet. You will find several large bath towels in there. Take one, go to the big bathroom and take a shower. As you said, your mouth, tits, ass, and pussy belong to me. I want them washed very clean, because I plan to kiss, lick, suck, and/or fuck, every one of them. If I don't get them all tonight, I will get them soon."
I let up on her hair, just a bit, to add, "I don't know how often you are allowed time to yourself in the bathroom. I imagine you probably never have been able to feel safe enough in one, to take a leisurely shower. For this, take all the time you need. Get your mind right, and my body ready. When you are done and dried, you will walk to hallway entrance and let me know you are ready. You will then come back to this room, and lay down on this bed, on your back. Your arms and legs will be spread out as far as you can get them. Do you understand all of this, slave?"
"Yes Sir!" The voice was a bit shakey, so I turned her around, took her in my arms, and again kissed her passionately.
After the kiss, I said in a softer voice, "I mean every word of it, pet. I will see you soon."
With this, I kissed her on the forehead, and left the room.
I was sitting on the couch. The TV was on, but I wasn't really seeing it. I was aware of the shower running. However, my mind was going from one scenario to another, almost at light speed.
I saw her in all kinds of positions. I saw her doing many things. I also saw where I would be in each of these scenes.
I decided that I was over thinking it. I had to be her Master, her Demon, her lover, and her teacher. In short, I had to be me. She had her "way out" well in hand, should "being me", become too much for her.
I know that would read to some as redundant, but I was trying to help her with her mental demons, yet be the Demonmaster for her, and to her. A tightrope act, if you will.
With all of this running through my head, I missed hearing the shower stop running. In fact, I actually jumped a bit when her voice came from the hallway.
"I am ready, Sir." She then vanished quickly into the bedroom.
I gave her a minute to get into position as ordered. I then walked down the hallway to the room. I stepped in to see that she was exactly as she had been told to be.
I'll admit, I wanted to jump right in, right then. But, I too had something to do first. I quickly shed my clothes. I felt her eyes on me the whole time. I went to the closet, got my own towel, and walked back into the room.
"I'm going to take a shower now, slave. Do NOT move from that position in any way."
"Yes, Sir."
I took a nice hot shower, noticing that she had neatly arranged her shampoo and other things she needed. She had been very careful about it. I believe this goes back to what I had told her before her shower. I just knew that she never felt safe in her shower at home. I don't know how it was at Amy's house, but I would imagine she was constantly on alert, when she felt she would be at her most vulnerable.
So her taking the time to arrange her things in the bathroom, most likely for getting ready for school in the morning, showed me that I had earned something very valuable from her; Trust.
After drying off, I went back to the bedroom. She had not moved. Her hands/arms being as stretched out as I had told her to be, would have become painful before now, yet she had not moved them an inch.
I walked up to bottom end of the bed, and stood there "drinking" her in.
"Slave, if you learn nothing else from me, learn this; I find you to be one of the most beautiful, and sexy women that I have seen in longer than I can remember. I already have you in my bed, in my power, so lying to you would not be needed. So believe me, you are exactly as I described you."
"Thank you Sir. I won't argue the point with you, especially not in here."
"Smart girl. You may relax your arms, they must be on fire by now. You can put them anywhere, except your body. If you put your hands on the body that I own, without permission. You will have welts on that ass of mine, with clear orders given to Amy to make you show them where and to whom she sees fit. I think she would love that little power trip. Do you understand, slave girl?"
"Yes Sir!"
"Good girl."
As I stood there, looking down at her, I must admit that the Demon was screaming in my ear,"Just take her, and as she said, "pound her ass into the mattress"! C'mon man, you have teased me with this gorgeous piece for awhile, now. Just take it!"
I know that sounds crazy, but I call the "Man" part of me, The Demon. What I mean by the "Man" part, is where we as men, could care less what the female feels or wants.
All we know is we have been given a green light to fuck her, and all that matters at that point is, the shortest route to get in, and try to keep it going long enough that she enjoys it. But, at some point in there, our only goal somehow becomes just to cum, as fast as we can.
Put that on steroids, add in a sadistic twist, and you have The Demon.