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Kevin stepped near to her, set the bag down and looked at her with a weak smile. He raised his hand quickly and slapped her with an open hand, flat across her cheek. Tawny shrieked and turned her head away, grabbing her burning cheek.
"I thought you're supposed to be a slave. Slaves don't stare at their Master. Put your fuckin' eyes down like you're supposed to, and kneel bitch, show me what you know about submitting to a man. I don't have time to waste teaching you fundamentals."
Tawny went quickly to the floor on her knees and reached into her rich knowledge bank of submissive ritual to satisfy his obvious preferences. She felt sick, because she hadn't been with him a minute before she was already chalking up a bad performance. Dave deserved better, she thought. She shivered and adjusted herself with her knees widespread and her chest up. She rested her hands, palms up, on the insides of her thighs. She felt her breasts rise and she was hoping her stance and her physical attributes might somehow gain his appreciation back.
Kevin walked around her, letting the cold tips of the whip scrape over the soft flesh of her shoulders, her breasts, her cheek. He stopped behind her and squatted so his knees touched her arms. She felt his breath on her neck as he leaned over, looking down over her shoulder. The silence kept her anxiety at a high pitch and she could feel her heart pound in her chest. Moments passed like hours.
Kevin put his nose near her shoulder. She smelled beautiful. He could sense her smell, her pussy, open, pink and inviting. Her nipples were pointed, hard, and seemed to beg for his touch as they floated atop her soft, curved breasts. He could feel his penis swell in his leather shorts. Her presence begged him to take her, but he knew he could be strong, resist the temptation, and put off his desire for a greater prize. He reached next to him; felt in his bag for the implements he needed. He spoke softly into her ear.
"Put your hands behind you please." Tawny flinched. His voice frightened her, like a thunderclap frightens a child. She pulled her arms behind her, placing them at the small of her back, her shoulders came back, she felt her breasts rise and she could almost feel his glare on her breasts, and that pleased her.
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Kevin found the leather strap he was feeling for and pulled it from the bag. He moved quickly now. He watched her breasts rise and jut outward as the girl moved her hands backward at his command and his cock responded, begging him to put off his work and take her. Every motion temped his male instincts to fuck her. He lifted the leather collar and fit it around her neck. Her flesh was soft, delicate and warm. His fingers paused, feeling her flesh as his fingers worked the leather band around the soft pedestal that connected her head to her beautiful body.
Tawny felt the leather caress her neck. She felt his fingers on her skin, knew he was thinking, watching her. She closed her eyes and remembered the image of his big menacing cock in front of her face the other day; the look in his eyes as he pulled his fist back on his shaft and it pumped a long stream of his cum outward and onto her face and her body. She wanted his cock in her and she knew he must want the same, but he kept still, touching only her neck. The leather closed on her neck and she heard a series of clicks as he pressed the end of the collar into the locking device and the collar tightened around her neck. A strange feeling came over her. The tightness at her neck was real, but the emotional feeling was greater. He was taking control of her, he was resisting her temptations and taking his own course and she knew she would have to follow. The path he was taking her down was strange and it frightened her.
Kevin felt a wave of relief as the collar closed tightly on the bitch's neck. Somehow he was afraid she would move, turn and look at him and he would follow his instinct and take her, but he had won. His collar was on her; tightly closed on her neck and that renewed his resolve. He reached into his bag again and felt the wide leather bands of the cuffs and pulled them out; and he lifted out the heels too and dropped them on the floor next to the bag. Kevin stood up behind her.
"Put them on and then stand." Kevin stayed behind her, holding the cuffs, not wanting to look at her face until he had her the way he wanted her. He still felt an urge to take her, but it was easier to resist now as he contemplated the control he would have over this marvelous piece of flesh. He watched as she moved onto her feet and crouched, pulling the heels to her feet and gracefully placed her foot onto the narrow ledge that would serve as a shaky foundation for her body.
"Lock them on, snugly." Tawny heard his voice; calm, directive, stern, and wrapped the locking strap tightly around her ankle. The black shoes were narrow and the heels were long and pointed. They fastened to her feet with straps and the ankle strap had a locking device so that once they were on, they would not come off. She would have difficulty moving in them and the locking straps added to her sense of entrapment and display as a model of femininity and powerlessness. Tawny stood up slowly after locking her ankle in the second shoe. She faltered momentarily while she balanced on the tiny heels. She felt his hands on her wrists, lifting them up and together. Her body was forced forward some at the waist and then the leather touched her wrists, wrapping them in a wide, four inch cuff and she heard the metallic click of the locking device that set the cuffs firmly around her wrists. She felt another wave of anxiety sweep over her. He let her wrists go and Tawny pulled her arms apart, but was stopped by the cuffs that were attached, one to another. She caught a glimpse of him as he came from behind her. She looked down again, to the floor, obediently evading his stare.