The longer he sat there, the more nervous and anxious she became. But it was more than that. She could feel her body beginning to respond too. She felt that her pussy was becoming even wetter than before. She could feel her honey gently dripping down her leg. She could smell how her arousal filled the room. She wondered if he could also see and smell this.

She thought yes.

That made her want to moan in humiliation and pleasure. The minutes passed. Surely an hour must have passed? But still He said nothing. The only sound was her breathing. The silence reached a critical point for her; she thought she might let out a scream just to hear something,

He seemed to sense that the time was right. He rose from his chair and came towards her. She could feel His breath on her shoulders and neck. The warm feeling sent shivers down her spine.

His hands started to lightly touch her, along her shoulders and neck. They were warm and strong, larger than she had expected them to be. First His fingers ran softly down one arm, her right one, very slowly leaving a soft, tingly trail, not only on her skin but deep inside to her very core. They continued their slow path down, all the way to her hand and fingers. He lifted her hand and spread her fingers, examining them. Then their progress began again, as his fingers began to retrace their steps slowly back up her arm, across her shoulder and to her other arm and hand, again examining her fingers. Claire felt like she was at the doctor’s office being looked at under a microscope, but no doctor had ever caused such sensations in her body.

His fingers sent tingles up and down her spine as his cool hands touched her heated flesh. She hadn’t realized until that point, how warm she was, how ready her body was. He released her hand and brought His hand back up to her back and this time trailed one finger along her spine, from her neck to her butt. As his hand reached her behind, he placed both hands on either cheek and spread them a little, holding them wide, causing her to gasp a little in pain. As He let go, he brought both hands around to the front of her thighs, lightly stroking them.

He moved his hands deliberately between her thighs, slowly up towards her cunt, stopping just where the leg joins her trunk. So close to her aching pussy. Her mind screamed out ‘touch me’ but she said nothing.

Claire could feel her breathing quickening; she was struggling to keep from trembling as His hands assaulted her body. Every touch was sending signals through her body right to her clit, making her throb and swell and beg for attention. He slowly traced His hands over her shaved mound, feeling for any strays hairs. She knew she had shaved well and was delighted by his hands on her bare pussy. Again, he was so close to her clit, where she was desperate for Him. His hands continued their upward inspection, over her waistline, touching her sides, her tummy, her navel, and stopping just below her breasts.

Her breath started to quicken as she imagined his hands running along her breasts, cupping them, squeezing them and finally running over her nipples. Her body tensed, ready. She was certain he could feel how fast her heart was pounding, and let out a sigh of disappointment as His hands moved up the sides of her, passing her breasts by, as he moved his fingers to her chest and finally her neck. He lightly touched the collar, rubbing one finger under it, circling around.

Involuntarily she shuddered in arousal. Finally, he returned his hands to her back, tracing His fingers down her spine, and down to her legs. With one hand on each inner thigh, he indicated to her that He wanted her to spread her legs, pressing his strong fingers on her soft warm flesh, slippery now with her arousal. She spread her legs wide apart, hoping that was enough. He then put his hand on her back pushing her forward. As she placed her hands on her knees, she knew he could see everything. Her ass was plugged, her shaved mound was clearly visible to his intrusive eyes, and her dripping pussy was glistening in the soft light of the room. She was so wet; she could feel her juices running down her leg. She desperately wanted Him to touch her, spank her, and consume her, anything but just stare. She wished she could see his face, see if he was hard and turned on. See if enjoyed watching her behave like the slut she was beginning to understand she was. Never in her life had she given a man such access to her body. She was His to do with as he wanted and that realization made her almost orgasm on the spot.

When He had is fill of looking at His whore, he led her to the bed and laid her down spreading her arms and legs wide. He removed the shoes from her feet, and put each ankle in a restraint. He then pulled them tight to make sure she was as taut as he could make her. He did the same thing with her arms. Claire had never been so exposed or vulnerable in her life. If she had thought the last position was humiliating, this one was worse. There was now nothing to stop Him from doing whatever He wished to her. Her excitement and desire was mixed with a small bit of fear. She thought he must have sensed this, because the first thing he did was put His hand out and gently touch her face, stroking her hair and calming her nerves.

It was then that he spoke. His voice sounded even deeper than she expected, with a touch of electricity and a hint of severity.

“Now my pet, I want to remind you of two rules for this evening. The first is that you aren’t allowed to speak without my permission. If you do, utter any word, you will receive one stroke of the cane for each word you say. As we both know how much you fear the bite of the cane, I trust you will stay silent.

More importantly, you will not be allowed to orgasm unless I give you permission. If you do, the consequences will be harsh, and probably not to your liking. Do you understand? Nod your head yes.”

As Claire acknowledged his commands, she was a beehive of emotions. Her skin was prickly and she wasn’t sure she had made the right decision. Then He placed His hand at the top of her full breast, outlining it lightly with one finger. Claire took a deep breath as the pleasure overtook her trepidation. His finger traced ever so slowly, with each circle coming closer to her nipple, but never touching. As soon as He would get close, his finger would start over on the other breast. Claire longed to have Him touch her nipples; she strained against her restraints to try to force his hand to accidentally touch her. The exquisite torture He was creating was overpowering. With such a simple touch, He regained control of her body and her soul. When His fingers at last found her nipples, her cunt gushed. His soft playful stoke soon turned harder, as he took them between His finger and thumb and began to twist and pull on them, first gently and then harder, causing her to gasp first at the pain and then at the pleasure. The harder He pulled on them, the more her clit pulsed, burning for attention. He removed his hand, only to return seconds later with the nipple clamps, which He attached tightly to her, causing a consistent thumping in her breasts, that was matched by the vibrations between her legs.

His hands made their way slowly down her stomach to her shaved mound, and then between her legs. With both hands He spread her labia wide to look at her pussy in greater detail. She knew His face was close because she could feel His breath. Claire was almost overcome with the intimacy of this perceivably simple act. Never had a man been so interested in every detail of her or explored her is such detail. It wasn’t only an examination as a possession, but one with care and passion. He traced the shape of her pussy with his fingers, his rubbing causing Claire to tremble. He dipped slowly into her pussy to scoop her wetness onto His finger and taste her.

His tour of her vulva ended with him placing his finger on her engorged clit.

She almost screamed at the intensity of the feeling, and fought back the orgasm that almost overtook her. He held it there for a while, just feeling her pulsating under his finger. Claire’s entire being had been reduced to a piece of flesh, no larger than a pop corn kernel. The only thing in her awareness was the throbbing of her raging button of longing. When he removed his hand, she realized she hadn’t been breathing. As Claire tried to get her breathing under control, she heard Him walking around the room, taking something out and putting it on the table. Next she heard what sounded like a knife hitting the table, but thought she was mistaken.