Tossing and turning, she awoke in the middle of the night. She noticed light coming from below the door. Slipping out of bed, she pulled the spread around her body. Finding the door unlocked, she drew it open. A flood of light entered the room, blinding her for a second.

Glancing both ways, she ventured forth, peering into the rooms that were open, approaching his closed door. She tried the handle. Surprisingly enough, it opened. A light in the corner filled the room with a soft glow. Turning to leave, a low moan caught her ear. Looking towards the bed, she tiptoed over...it was him. Giggling to herself, she turned toward the foot of the bed where his bag of goodies lay. Praying that he wouldn't wake up, she dropped the bedspread, bending down to look in the bag.

Everything that a master should have was in that little bag, including clips and clothespins. She removed them from the bag, hiding them under the mattress. They were a cruel and terrible punishment. Finding the silk scarves, she lifted them, moving to the side of the bed, silently laughing. He was lying on his back. Gently grasping his hand, she wrapped a scarf around it, tying it to the corner on the bedpost. Quickly going around to the other side of the bed, she repeated the process for the other hand...he never moved.

Slowly, she lifted the covers off him, and gasped...he was naked. Fascinated by his body, a blush filling her, she managed to tie his legs to the bedposts. Standing at the foot of the bed, gazing at him, she was satisfied that he couldn't get away. Wanting to touch, her fingers grazed his skin. He flinched, aware of what was happening.

A slight anger in his eyes, he looked sternly at her...knowing that he should have checked on her. Jerking the scarves only made them tighter...she ordered him to lie still. When she was done, she said, she MIGHT let him loose. Showing his dissatisfaction with her, he warned her that when he did get loose, she would pay dearly. Now the situation was somewhat reversed...oh, he'd punish her, and severely, but at that moment she wasn't afraid.

Drawing a large feather from the bag, she studied it thoughtfully. Twirling it in her fingers, she slowly walked over to him. Placing it on his arm, she glided it up and across his chest, down to his tummy. She stopped a second, noticing what this was doing to him. She continued, the feather ever so lightly caressing, but not yet touching his shaft. She glanced at his face to see the faintest hint of a smile. He was holding back, but she had him almost where she wanted him...he was enjoying it. This pleased her.

Teasing up and down its' length, she watched it twitch...the feather moving down one leg, up the other, and over his erection. Bringing her thumb to her lips, she wet it, then clasped his hardness in her hand...squeezing it. Tracing over the tip and around, then down to the rim, lightly squeezing, it throbbed and pulsed in her hand...it was so hot. As she released it, he sighed with relief.

Laying the feather down, she climbed onto the bed, standing over him. Her naked body, glistened in the light. Looking up, he moaned softly at what he saw, wanting all of her.

Warning him not to make a sound, she lowered herself close enough to feel his hot breath on her. Pulling and yanking on the scarves was useless. He wanted to get loose...needing to hold her to his face, needing to taste her nectar. Lifting his head close enough, he could feel the soft skin of her warmth against his mouth. Opening his mouth to taste, she let him...but only for a moment.

He begged her to untie his hands, but she just laughed and shook her head. Thoughts ran through his mind...how was he going to he punish her when he got loose...then thought maybe she wouldn't let him go.

Just thinking about that moment when he thrust himself deep into her while the others were watching, made her wet. He wasn't cruel...he was caring...his eyes told her that. Standing over his face, swaying back and forth, her fingers slid up to her breasts, then down lower to her tummy...resting there before slipping down to her mound. They played over the lips, as she looked down at his face. Sweat poured off him, and he was still none too happy to be in this position, but she warned him that if he talked, she would gag him.

Stepping over him and down onto the floor, she picked up the feather. Tossing it aside, she laid her hand on his chest, feeling the strong muscles...her fingers softly tracing every inch. They moved slowly across his nipples, he moaned as they hardened beneath her touch. With her forefinger, she traced circles around his belly, and lower...his erection now engorged, the head purple.

Now he knew what torment was. It was different than his ruthless way of pain, pleasure, pain, pleasure.

Laughing, she leaned over the bed and kissed his chest...her hand playing with the soft hair; the other one moving lower till it touched the tip of his hardness. Her finger teased around it, then slid over the tip...her hand enclosing him and ever so slowly moving up and down, squeezing as she stroked. It wouldn't take much for him to cum. She turned her head towards him telling him he would pay dearly if he did release.

It was all he could do to keep from bursting as she moved lower, covering the head of his shaft with her lips, its warmth exciting her. She couldn't help wanting to take all of it into her mouth. Flicking her tongue, she slipped her mouth down over the rim, her tongue massaging that sweet spot on the underside.

Feeling his body tense, her mouth and lips tightened as she sucked long and hard, the tip hitting the back of her throat. His breathing was raspy as he fought the impulse just to let it all go. Trying to get out of his bindings, he pulled on them, but they tightened with each tug, rendering him helpless. He could only lay there and take what she was doing to him.

Running her hand down and up between his legs, she touched, then softly caressed. The sensation was making him crazy...her mouth continuing to pull and suckle him, wanting him to fill her with his hot liquid, yet, at the same time, wanting him deep inside her again.

As suddenly as she began, she stopped. Looking down at her, he watched as she climbed on the bed and turned her back to him, raising her leg over him. She needed his hard shaft inside her, and as she lowered herself, she took it and rubbed it up and down against her, making it very wet. Lifting his butt up to her, and as he did, she lowered herself onto him...he thrust up, filling her. He was so big, that it hurt her, but only for a moment...then pleasure consumed her as she rode him up and down.

Struggling to get loose, one of the scarves ripped away from the bed, and he quickly untied the other one.

Before she could move, he sat up, growled, then grabbed her hips. She screamed as he started ramming his erection in and out of her, his big hands holding her tight, not letting her move. Raising her, he turned her to face him, impaling her on his still very hard shaft. There was fear in her eyes, but also the lust...maybe something more, but she wasn't quite sure what it was.

Breathing erratically, he pounded her up and down, grinding her hard onto him. She was ready...her body shaking...she screamed out as he filled her, his juices shooting into her, oozing onto the bed. Guttural sounds emanated from him as he pumped her up and down, harder and faster.

With one last grunt, he grasped her shoulders and kissed her hard on the mouth, bruising her lips. Sobbing, she thought of how gentle her lips were to him. Shoving her off him, he untied his legs, moved off the bed, and slapped her butt.

Tears welled up, but she wouldn't let them fall. Sensing them, he said nothing, sending her back to her room. He would deal with her in the morning.

Picking up the sheet, she walked to the door...her body aching from his roughness. He crawled back into his bed, pulling the covers over him.

Her punishment could be severe, and she deserved whatever her master decided to do. If only...she shook that thought out of her head as she lay on her bed wrapped in the bedding. The tears fell hard, her crying loud, even as she hid her face in the pillow.

Thinking about what happened, he listened to her sobbing, then turned his head away...sleep finally relieving him.