Chapter Six
Claire
Filled to bursting with righteous fervor, so caught up in the character I’m playing that I’ve finally become her (timid inhibited Claire Andrews is history; only Mistress inhabits this sexy vessel), I frog-march Brian like the horribly naughty boy he is straight into my candlelit lair and over to that chair in the corner. There I unlock the cuffs about his wrists only to snap them around his ankles, securing his feet tightly together. Then I pick up the coil of rope on the bed.
I see Brian eyeing the tape, belt, paddle and pointer next to this with both naked fear and craven excitement. Claire would want to grin at this point, but Mistress is all business. I grab my slave by the arm and turn him to face me, though he has to hop awkwardly to do so.
“Put your hands tog
