* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * He knelt on the bed this time, sitting on his heels and facing the bronze headboard between the sturdy wooden posts at the corners.* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * He knelt on the bed this time, sitting on his heels and facing the bronze headboard between the sturdy wooden posts at the corners. His Lady was reaching past him to lock the chain of his collar to a ring at the center of the headboard; he wondered whether it had been placed there for that purpose. "Give me your hands," he was told. He complied silently, for she had instructed him that he was to make no sound whatsoever during this lesson. That order alone was enough to unsettle him, and he wondered with some trepidation what she would teach. He asked no questions, though -- he was not to do so. His wrists were once again bound, this time to the end of the chain at the headboard so that they hung in front of him, mimicking the curve of the hanging chain itself. Wordlessly, he awaited her ac- tions. He was unprepared for her to get up without a sound and walk out. Turning his head, he saw her disappear into the next room, and she did not return for some time. |