As she obeyed, he picked up a bundle of leather straps and walked over to her.
“Arms and legs spread,” he ordered casually and as Hazel spreadeagled herself against the wooden bars, added, “As that was such a hard session for you, I’ll do all the work for a while, so you can just relax.”
Hazel thought that was most unlikely, but wisely kept her mouth shut and while he looped the straps around her outstretched ankles and bound her firmly in place, felt the familiar heat warm her belly.
The heat grew stronger as her wrists were strapped to the bars and she flexed her muscles surreptitiously, checking to see how securely she was fixed.
“Keep still,” her Master snapped, “I’m not finished yet.” Hazel froze as he took the four remaining straps and lashed her knees and elbows so that she was
