He wouldn't look at me. He busied himself with unfastening the coverings on my hands, then replaced those bonds with leather cuffs. I glanced at them. There was about a foot of heavy chain connecting my wrists. The cuffs locked on with small padlocks. There was no hope of freeing myself from them.

I watched, uneasily, as he handed a small set of keys to Dani. I think they were for the cuffs and it made me feel as if I were now a possession of hers. It was a humbling feeling and I felt a wave of embarrassment, and tried to cover myself with my cuffed hands. Dani bent down and removed the spreader bar from my legs and I didn't waste time bringing them together in an attempt to hide my pussy from view. She walked away with the bar and I lay there, not sure what to expect next, nor was I sure of how I was to behave.

“Slave…crawl over here.” I flinched slightly at the command and looked up. He was sitting in a leather chair.

“Now!” His voice boomed out and I jumped to action. The chains kept getting in my way as I crawled, making me feel completely inept. I clumsily crawled until I was kneeling at his feet. I looked into his eyes as he leaned forward. My heart was fluttering in my chest like a trapped butterfly. Everything seemed suspended in time as I watched one of his hands reach out and I felt his hand bury itself in my hair at the back of my head. As his fist tightened in my hair, my heart started thudding rapidly. He pulled me forward, using my hair as a handle. My head was tilted slightly from his fierce grip on my hair, and his face was inches from mine.

My eyes were drawn to his lips as he spoke to me, “You will remember to ask permission, understand?”

He used my hair to twist my face until we were nose to nose. I felt a stinging slap on my cheek that burned. “You will remember?”

I could feel my ears burning with shame and humiliation. I know the cheek that hadn't been slapped was just as red as the one that bore his handprint.

He held me in place; nose to nose with him. “I prefer to encourage good behavior by positive reinforcement of correct attitude and obedience. I cannot reward you if you do not obey. This is simple. You must strive to obey, because reward will follow, even if it’s only the simple reward of pleasing me by complying with my wishes.”

The whole time he was talking to me, I was looking directly into his eyes. I could see that he would not hesitate to punish, nor would he hesitate to reward. He was speaking the truth, and I felt as if I had let him down. I realized that I had not actually asked for permission to cum. At the time I thought I was asking, but in retrospect, I knew that I had not.

My emotions were confusing to me. I still felt fear; I had been kidnapped, after all. But overlying that was the absurd feeling that I wanted to be what he wanted me to be. I wanted him to be pleased with me. I wanted to know the pleasure that I might feel from pleasing him; by complying with his wishes. I could feel tears in my eyes and I blinked rapidly to clear them.

He spoke again; "Do you understand? Do you understand what is expected of you? Do you know what you’ve become?” I saw his eyes flicker to something that was happening over my shoulder, but I was concentrating on his face and words so much I didn't bother to see what distracted him.

I respond in a whisper "I think I understand. You want me to follow orders. I have become your slave. Is that right"