"So, where do we start?" "Are you ready for it, Ken?" I looked up into his face and nodded."So, where do we start?" "Are you ready for it, Ken?" I looked up into his face and nodded. He reached forward and with a swift yank grabbed my hair and hauled me to my knees. Tears welled in my eyes and I yelped with pain, looking up at him. "Are you really ready, Ken?" "Yes, sir," I gasped softly. "Good," he replied. He reached back behind himself and pulled out a small, white-leather collar with his name marked into it with silver letters, in the possessive. He slowly pulled it around my neck and tightened it. "Stand," he commanded. I stood up. "Strip." I stripped off my clothes, folding them conscientiously and placing them on one of the round stone tables. "Turn around," he directed. I turned. I felt a thick white-leather belt go around my waist, from which I heard buckles and snaps jangling softly. More straps were thrown over my shoulders, and another pair crossed under my armpits. Borodir moved around naturally and calmly, ignoring both my impatience and probably his own, as he attached belts and buckles and zips and occasionally even a light chain, but that was probably more for decoration than anything else. |