Shackled
yourself.”
    Bethany shivered as she brushed past him and headed into the house. She couldn’t deny the arousal growing in the pit of her belly, or the fact that, when he spoke to her in that tone, his “Master” tone, it sent thrilling shivers right through her.
    Being aroused and enjoying sex were two new experiences for her, ones that she thought now might soon become addictive. So she didn’t waste any time making her way upstairs to the room adjacent to the master bedroom.
    He’d kept it closed after he’d spanked her, and it was closed now. When she opened the door, her gaze immediately shot to the stocks. She thought she could feel her bottom heating in response, and that wasn’t altogether an unpleasant sensation. Taking her eyes off the contraption, she scanned the rest of the room. The “table” Jonathan had referred to almost looked like the exam table she might see in her doctor’s office—except that this one had straps dangling from each corner, of course. Then she spotted the bag and the pink cushion—items she felt fairly certain hadn’t been there yesterday when she’d last been in here.
    He must have planned this before we left the house this morning.
    Bethany only had two pieces of clothing to remove, so it didn’t take her very long to undress. She folded her blouse and knee-length skirt and placed them in the bag.
    The blindfold consisted of red leather, supple to the touch, with a buckle and eyelets so that it could be fastened to fit any size of head. She thought about that old adage of one size fits all not necessarily being true for a lot of things. She didn’t know why she wanted to giggle, but she beat back the urge. Then she inhaled deeply, knelt on the cushion, and put the blindfold in place.
    Bethany gasped as she realized she couldn’t stay up on her knees. Not that it hurt particularly to kneel, because it didn’t. Being blindfolded completely disoriented her.
    She heard the door open at the same moment she swayed and realized she had to take to her haunches. She was still, basically, on her knees, so she guessed she was still obeying her master.
    “I should have warned you about that. It’ll take a while for you to master the disorientation of being blindfolded. Are you warm enough, my sub?”
    “Yes, Master.”
    “Good.”
    Bethany tilted her head to try and catch the sound of Jonathan moving about the room. She heard things—footsteps, the light tinkle of metal against metal, and then a heavy dragging sound, as if something big was being moved somewhere in the room.
    She couldn’t hear any other sounds, not even the sound of her master’s breathing.
    “I think you can handle a bit of sexual frustration now, Beth. You’ve had several good orgasms, and you know you will have more. Today, I want to see what you like, and what you don’t. I also want to begin to explore your limits. Can you stand up?”
    Bethany wasn’t as agile as she’d been a decade before. Still, she was able to gain her feet without too much difficulty. When she swayed, hands clamped onto her arms to steady her.
    “Put your wrists together, arms extended, in front of you.”
    “Yes, Master.” Her reward for compliance was something soft going around each wrist. The air moved around her, as if something swung past her, near but not touching. Then she heard a click and felt an extra small weight on whatever covered her wrists.
    “Your arms are about to be raised above your head. Don’t fight it. And from this moment on, do not speak unless I tell you to.”
    Light shivers pebbled her flesh. Without sight, her imagination went into hyper-drive. Each sound represented an unknown entity. The sound of sliding metal preceded the tug on her wrists. He’d snapped a chain on her handcuffs, obviously, so that he could raise her arms.
    When the motion stopped, her arms were above her head and straight, but her feet still rested easily on the floor.
    “Is that all right? Answer me.”
    “Yes,

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