I keep my eyes forward as he walks around me, I can feel his eyes on me as if it were a physical caress.

"Come." he says, and leads me down the hall to his private elevator, which we then take to the basement dungeon area. As the elevator doors open, I feel my legs get shaky. The room is set up exactly as it was when the cruel master broke in and scared everyone. Across the room I could see Jan and Tom standing by the rack.

"Go to Tom, Stella, and let him get you onto the rack and bound in place. He and Doctor Jan will get you started; I'll be back in a few minutes."

Hearing this made my heart leap in my throat, but I knew that he would let no harm come to me. I took a deep breath and started walking to the rack on legs that felt like rubber.

Tom and Jan were giving me warm smiles, making it easier for me. Tom took my hand and Jan pulled the ties on my sundress, allowing it to drop and pool at my feet. I stepped out of the pooled dress and onto the foot ledge of the tilted rack. Jan’s eyes twinkled as she looked at the weighted clamps adorning my nipples and clit. I felt my face turn red as I smiled at her.

I was soon bound to the rack and Tom tilted it back to nearly horizontal, then turned the wheel a few notches, creating nice tension on my limbs. Jan picked up a gentle flogger and slowly started warming up my skin. Within ten minutes, I was sighing and cooing, trying in earnest to raise my body to meet each stroke. First I was arching my back at the breast whipping, then rotating my hips at the pussy whipping, now arching, now hips rotating; she was making my body dance for her. She stopped at that point and Tom tilted the rack back up so I was almost standing. They stood on either side of the rack and seemed to be waiting for something.

I hear the door across the room open and I look over. My eyes widen in alarm. It’s the cruel dom from that night! But, he’s crawling! Submissive! I frown and study the scene. He is crawling into the room and Sir is walking slowly behind him with a thunderous look on his face. The crawling Dom slowly approached all the other people in the room one at a time, apologizing for his behavior of the night before. I felt a shudder go through me as he turned towards me and crawled closer. It was an odd feeling, as a sub, bound and looking down at a crawling Dom. I felt a wave of pity for him. Not for what he was going through, but for what he was missing. I listened to him clear his throat. His first words came out in a croak and he had to start over.

“I beg your forgiveness for what I did to you last night. Uh...”

I shook my head and gazed down at him as his apology trailed off.
He flinched when I spoke.

“I feel sorry for you, I really do. You were given a gift last night, and you threw it away. You had a sub who wanted to please you and you almost killed him. You’re no Dom, you’re a bully who pulls the wings off flies, who beats on things weaker than himself to feel more powerful. But I am going to forgive you; yes, you have my forgiveness.”

I turned my gaze away from him and looked at Sir. He was looking at me with warmth in his eyes and I saw how quickly the chill came to them when he shifted his eyes to the crawling Dom. It was amazing how this one act had erased my fear of this rack, this room, that man.