You've been waiting for your MASTER for some time.You've been waiting for your MASTER for some time. You were brought to his chambers by several servants more than an hour ago. Naked, you are secured to the posts of his large bed, and left with little to do but stare at the image of your bound, spread, body in the mirrors which form the canopy of that resting place which you have so long desired to visit. Your MASTER has "taken" you in other places before, but never in this very special place. Your mirror image looks back at you. You can see your own excitement created by your fear and anticipation of what awaits when the MASTER arrives. You have been thoroughly prepared by his servants. Every inch of your body scrubbed, trimmed, shaved -- whatever was called for by your MASTER. Clean inside and out, you are prepared for his whims. You are his and his alone. You have given him your will. But, now, he has kept you waiting. Frustration builds along with excitement. Your body betrays this -- nipples hard and straining upward toward the mirrors; the flower of your sex opening, revealing the dew covered inner petals. Your MASTER knows that by making you wait, by teasing you in this way, he is amplifying your eventual pleasure. You hear the door open, but cannot move your head, for it has been rendered immovable by the thin chains which bind your collar to the headboard. Footsteps approach. Is it HIM? What will HE do? Suddenly, a blindfold appears before your eyes. Your sight is taken away. |