I finish all of my chores on time and then wait for Master. He finally comes and finds me, then holds my hand and brings me back upstairs to the playroom. I don't know if I am excited or nervous when we reach the playroom and he shuts the door behind me, locking it. He stares at me, smiling slightly. Then, his smile is gone and his dominant side takes over.
He approaches me, pushing me backwards until I am where he wants me to be. He grabs my wrists, pulling them upwards and locking them there with some ropes that hang down. They do not hurt because they are made of softer material, but they still hold me in place. Master smiles at me as he runs his hands down my sides. I shiver, feeling him through the fabric of the dress. His hands reach my hips. One hand ventures to my member, and he g
