Chapter Four – The BedroomFed, fully dressed and perhaps a little muzzy from the wine, I follow my Master to the bedroom, then hover, waiting for his instructions.
Humour skipping around his mouth, he glances up at a cross-beam of the four-poster. "Standing by your choice?”
Pussy hums and quivers. “Yes, Master.”
“Good. Don"t move.” Retrieving one of the cuffs from where he left it on the dresser, loosening the buckles, he turns to face me. “Wrists.”
I know where this is going. Once my arms are restrained, there"s no way for me to remove my clothes. “Don"t you want me to undress first, Master? Once the cuffs are in place…”
He cants his head, eyelids drooping a little. “Do as you"re told, Elizabeth.”
Nonplussed, I offer a wrist. Sliding the sleeve of my blouse up my arm, he slips the
