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Susan’s Submission Chapter 2CHAPTER 2 Susan’s legs were aching in their awkward and strained position. Her arms, particularlyher hands were starting to tingle from being stretched and held high above her head. Even her jaw muscles were hurting from the strain of being held open by the leather bit of the gag that was forced between her lips, and her mouth was dry from having her panties held inside with the gag. Despite all this, she didn’t regret being here, in fact, she grew more excited with each passing minute. Excitement at the unknown and anticipation for when whatever it was that would happen would happen. After some period of time, she heard the door to the basement room open, looked up and watched as Peter entered. He was wearing a pair of black slacks and shoes, but had no shirt or anything above his waist. He moved to the electrical control panel at the wall in the room, and flicking several switches, startled Susan as the bright lights in the dungeon room came on. Susan had been right, they seemed more like television studio lights and were very bright. Literally every square inch of the room was flooded with light. Susan blinked, her eyes slowly becoming accustomed to the brightness. She could make out Peter moving from the control panel to her and watched as he stood now, in front of her. He reached out and softly stroked her breasts, brushing the back of each hand on the soft underside of each. He looked directly into her blue eyes, saying nothing, but seemingly gauging her reaction to his touch. Still in front of her, Peter moved his hands lower and around. Soon he was stroking her buttocks. Softly squeezing each with either hand, almost measuring them and testing their pliability. Susan was aware that her breathing had become ragged. She was forced, with thegag in her mouth, to breath almost entirely through her nose. She could feel her face redden. “You display some signs of modesty,” Peter smiled. “That’s a good thing, actually. Ithink we could use that.” was all that he said. Susan was modest, she wasn’t accustomed to being displayed this way, and she had never submitted her body to such scrutiny to a virtual stranger. She was moreover, embarrassed at the way her body was involuntary reacting to this man’s touch, and could feel the dampness returning between her legs. Peter moved his hands, and looking directly at Susan, explained that he was about to unfasten her wrists and ankles. When she was released from her position, she was to remain standing and wait for instructions. She was to follow Peter’s directions tothe letter. “Do you understand?” Peter asked. Susan could only nod her blonde head, in response. She watched as he reached behind her head, and feeling the tug at the straps holding her gag in place, felt his fingers as they nimbly unbuckled the straps of the gag. Once done, he slowly pulled the straps around her head and the bit from between her teeth. “Hold your mouth open for me,” was the simple command. As she did, he pulled the wadded cloth that had been her panties from between her lips. “You may close your mouth for now,” he then said. Susan found the permission a bit odd, only because he had added, ‘for now.’ She understood that to mean that he would want her to have it open at other times in the future. She closed her aching jaws and tried several times to swallow, but her mouth and throat were dry. She watched as Peter again moved to the electrical control panel on the wall and operated the switch that operated the hoist above her head. She heard the hum of the electric motor and immediately felt the slack as her arms were slowly lowered. Once the end of the chain, to which her wrist cuffs were attached was at her eye level, the motor stopped. Peter moved from the control panel back to Susan. Kneeling, he removed the clip holding the cuff of her left ankle to the ring in the floor, and moved to repeatthis process with her right. “You may move your feet a little closer together,” he said.Susan did so, and realized that this was to enable her to maintain her own balance as he reached up and unfastened the clips that secured her wrist cuffs to the chain. She automatically lowered each arm as it was released from the chain and involuntarily rubbed her wrists once they were both free. Peter stepped back, “I want you to first remove your ankle cuffs.” He went on, “Once you have them off, I want you to remove your shoes and stockings then place them on the table with your other clothes, When you’ve accomplished that, You’re to return to this spot and put the ankle cuffs back on.” He moved to one side of the room and watched as Susan knelt and unfastened the buckle of first one then the other ankle cuff. She laid each on the floor, then, still kneeling, removed each shoe. She carried the shoes to the table and laid the beside her dress noticing that Peter had placed her wadded and soaked panties back on the table. Bending, she peeled each stocking below her knees, then lifting each leg in turn, slowly pulled the stockings from her legs, placing each on the table next to her shoes. Once finished, she returned to her spot and kneeling again placed the ankle cuffs around each leg, buckling them into place. Finally, she stood with her arms at her sides. Peter, who had been watching her every move, almost as if studying her, moved back in front of her. He asked Susan if she were thirsty. She nodded in her affirmative reply. “In that corner,” he said pointing, “is a bowl of water. If you want a drink, you’ll have to kneel and use your tongue to lap it.” He explained, “I don’t want you to use your lips or mouth to drink, only your tongue.” With that, Susan moved to the corner he had indicated, found the bowl with water, and another bowl empty next to it. Slowly she lowered herself to her knees and supporting her upper body weight with her hands, lowered her head to the bowl. Her tongue darted to the water then returning to her mouth. She was embarrassed, no, humiliated at being made to drink this way, then it occurred to her, that she was excited also at this humiliation. She believed she was beginning to understand what Peter had said about finding joy in submission. After a few minutes of the process of bringing water from the bowl to her mouth using only her tongue, Susan’s thirst had been quenched, and she stopped. “If you’re finished, I want you to get up and come to me,” she heard Peter’s order. She stood and noted that Peter had moved to the table. She walked to him, arms at her sides, and stopped in front of him. He seemed to study her every move as she walked, nude save only for the wrist and ankle cuffs. He watched closely the slight sway of her petite breasts as she strode. Susan noticed that Peter had removed her clothes and jewelry from the table and had put them somewhere. Now there were four lengths of rope laid on the tabletop. “I want you to lie on the table, face up, with your head here,” he said, indicating one end of the table. As he moved aside, Susan moved to the table, turned around, then sat on the edge of the table, sliding a bit to position herself. She lay back, turning so that her head was toward the end that Peter had indicated. “Move a bit down,” Peter ordered. She used her heels to lift her lower body, and arms to shift her body as she had been ordered. Once properly ‘centered’ she could see Peter move to the foot end of the table, carrying two of the lengths of rope with him. He laid one length on the endof the table, and threaded the end of the other through the metal ring sewn into her left ankle cuff. He quickly secured the rope with a knot, then picking up the second length, fed it through the ring of her right ankle cuff and similarly tied it. Next Peter fed the loose ends of the ropes through each of the rings embedded into the corners of the table top. Pulling on both, Susan felt her legs drawn apart. She watched almost in fascination as the tight ropes continued to pull at her ankle cuffs, pulling her legs straight and apart at the same time. Her legs were pulled very widely apart, and Susan studied intently, Peter’s face as he set about his task. He tied each of the two ends to each of the rings embedded into the table. Susan then noticed Peter’s eyes, staring at her now very exposed sex. She realized that his view was now unobstructed, and she was hiding nothing. She felt the blush return to her face, and a nearly inaudible moan escaped from between her lips. Peter chuckled, as he heard the moan, and looking at his victim, noticed her eyes were tightly shut, almost as if trying to prevent his view, by closing her own eyes. He moved quickly to the opposite end of the table, and pulling first her right wrist, secured the length of one of the remaining ropes to the ring in her right wrist cuff, threaded the other end through the ring embedded in that corner of the table. Susan yalova escort bayan opened her eyes, as she felt Peter working on her right arm. She tried to watch, but the view was difficult as it was to her side and above her head. She looked directly at the ceiling and discovered to her utter amazement that there was a mirror affixed tothe ceiling directly above her. There were four bright lights above the table, but they were positioned above and a little further away from each of the corners of the table to which she was being bound. The mirror was nearly the length and width of the table, and Susan could see her own nude body, as it was bound to this wooden table. She stared in fascination at her own tautly tied legs, and noticed the tuft of blonde pubic hair at the junction of her legs. She could make out the lips of her sex, and thought of the view that she had just given Peter. Then it dawned on her, she hadn’t ‘given’ Peter a view, he had created it. As she thought these thoughts, Susan discovered that Peter had finished, she saw her body tied to the top of the table. Her arms and legs were stretched to their capacity, herpetite body forming an X on the table. Peter was at the side of the table, reaching beneath it. He straightened and had a small foam pillow in his left hand. With his right hand, Peter grabbed a handful of Susan’s blonde pubic hair, and without word or warning, pulled it hard, directly upward. Susan gave a startled cry and involuntarily lifted her hips from the table, in an effort to relieve the pain between her legs. As she did this, Peter quickly slid the foam cushion beneath her buttocks, then released his grip on her hair. He moved from the table to the far corner of this dungeon room, and Susan thought about her plight. She was not only stretched open on this bondage table, but her hips had been thrust up and even further open. She tested each of the ropes holding her limbs apart, but Peter had done an excellentjob of making sure the ropes and the knots holding them would not slip or give. She couldn’t see Peter in the corner, but heard a rustling then the sound of water,from a faucet. She heard a basin filling with the water, but could only look at her own reflection in the mirror above her. In a few minutes, Peter returned to the foot of the table. He carried a large bowl of water. Susan raised her head and watched almost in fascination as steam rose from the water inthe basin. Peter set the bowl on the table between Susan’s widely stretched legs, turned and left. Susan’s mind was racing as she tried to fathom what it was that was about to happen to her. She heard Peter moving behind her, evidently gathering more items, then heard his footsteps as he once again returned to the foot of the table. Susan laid her head back and watched carefully in the mirror as Peter set the items on the table alongside the basin of water. To her surprise, Susan could see in the reflection of the mirror, that he had a straight razor, a can of shaving cream, a small face cloth, and a pair of battery operated barber’s clippers. It was then that surprise turned to horror. Susan immediately realized what it was that would happen to her next. She was going to have her pubic hair shaven! With the realization, her body tensed, and her breathing became rapid and shallow. Shewas trying to imagine a way to get out of this, perhaps talk Peter out of doing this to her. She had this area, more appropriately the area surrounding this area, waxed in an effort to remove the unwanted hair and to avoid it from showing when she wore her bathing suit, but it had never occurred to her to remove that hair altogether. Once he had laid the items on the table, Peter moved to Susan’s side, and looked directly at her. “It seems that you don’t like the idea of what you think is about to happen.” he said matter-of-factly. Susan spoke for the first time since she had entered the room, “Are you going to shave me down there?” she asked trembling. “Yes,” he replied simply, “I’m about to shave your pubic hair.” “But why?” Susan stammered, hearing the shaking nervousness in her own voice. “Because it makes you vulnerable,” came her answer. “You will be totally exposed, and I will be able to see all of you anytime I like,” he answered. He continued speaking looking directly into her now tear filled eyes, “I suspect that you feel that this is humiliating. We spoke the very first time we met, about not only pain, but also humiliation.” Susan’s lower lip trembled, and the first tear ran down her crimson cheek. “I’ll letyou do anything, if only!.” she started to plea. “But I’m already in a position to do anything, and there isn’t a great deal that you would be able to do to prevent me.” Peter interrupted, “Besides, there is something else that you must consider.” He paused allowing the words to sink in, “Compared to whatever embarrassment or humiliation you’re now feeling, I can promise you most certainly, that there will be times in the future that will make this event to seem like a very small thing.” His words trailed off softly, almost as if to not only create a new tension, but also to build the apprehension that Susan had found so powerful, almost like an aphrodisiac. She pondered those words, “What else would he possibly put her through, to make this seem like a very small thing?” she wondered to herself. Peter then moved, once again to the foot of the table. Susan felt another tear streaming down her cheek, and laid her head back, first looking into the overhead mirror at her covered pubis, then closing her eyes tightly. She understood thatthere was no stopping what was about to happen, and submitted herself to the notion. She opened her eyes and watched as Peter picked up the clippers. He operated a switch and she heard the hum of the small battery-operated motor. Peter wasted no time, he immediately moved the clippers to the top of Susan’s pubic mound and moving the clippers quickly and expertly shaved a swath across the top of her blonde hair. In another swipe, he’d removed nearly the remainder. It was a matter of trimming along Susan’s vulva and soon he was finished with this step. Susan could see the stubble on her pubic mound, where her short curls had once been. Peter, still carrying the clippers, returned them to the cupboard and once again took his position at the foot of the table. He had a small brush and a plastic zip-lock bag. He opened the bag, between her legs and used the brush to sweep the pubic hair into the bag. Once finished, he sealed the bag and set it aside. Susan’s trembling had subsided a bit, but returned almost immediately when she saw Peter as he picked up the face cloth, and was looking directly at Susan as she once again raised her head to view what was going on. He immersed the cloth in the basin of hot water,then lifted it out, wringing the cloth and removing most of the water. Susan could see that the face cloth was now steaming, as Peter opened it. He placed it carefully over her sex, covering the stubble that once was her pubic hair and the lips of her sex. She felt the warmth, but it was not hot. She looked intently into the overhead mirror in order to view what was to happen next. Through the mirror, she could see Peter as he carefully patted the cloth over the area, ensuring that the entire region was dampened and warmed. Then he left the cloth covering her, as he picked up the can of shaving lather, and dispensed it into the palm of his left hand. Setting the can down, he then removed the cloth from Susan and set it aside. He dabbed a bit of the lather from his left hand with the fingers of his right hand, then applied it to the stubble. Peter applied the cream to the entire area, over the stubble, as well as along her vulva. Once he finished, he picked up the dampened face cloth and wiped the remaining lather from his hands then picked up the straight razor. He opened the razor and cautioned his victim, “You’ll have to hold very still now.” Susan had been watching these events in the mirror above the table, and while still frightened, wondered, “How does he expect me to move at all in this position?” She had calmed a bit and her tears had stopped however, she still felt enormously embarrassed at having lost her blonde tufts of hair. Peter moved the razor quickly and expertly through the stubble of what remained ofSusan’s pubic hair and soon he had it removed completely. Every once in awhile, he would wipe the blade of the razor on the face cloth, and resume. He used short strokes along the sides of her sex, and even managed to remove a few strands that had straggled deep between her legs. Once finished, he straightened. Peter picked up the face cloth and again immersed it in the basin of still warm water. Wringing It out, he used it to wipe the bits of shaving lather that remained on Susan’s sex. He then covered escort yalova the entire area with the warm damp cloth then picked up the basin and took it to the corner of the room and dumped the water into the sink. He rinsed the basin out then placed it under the sink in a small cabinet. Returning to the table, he saw Susan, looking at him anxiously. “That wasn’t so bad, was it?” he asked. Susan could not reply. While her tears had dried, she still felt the warm blush of humiliation in her cheeks, and certainly would not trust her voice. Peter picked up the razor, the can of shaving lather, and then removed the cloth from Susan’s pubic area and returned those to the corner of the room. While he was doing this, Susan stared intently at her reflection in the mirror above.She was fascinated with her now depiliated sex. She felt totally nude and exposed, in a very different way than ever before. She could hide nothing from her new master, and it frightened her. And it excited her! Peter had stored the shaving items and returned to the side of the table. Susan tore her gaze from the mirror and saw that he had a small bottle of baby oil, and was pouring some from the bottle into his hand. When he had what he felt to be the appropriate amount, he set the bottle on the table and applied the oil, to Susan’s newly shaved area. She closed her eyes, and felt the smooth, wet, slipperiness as his hand moved over her once private area. She watched in the mirror as Peter used his fingers to massage the oil over her vulva, working it slowly and purposefully into her sex. Peter had picked up the small bottle, this time pouring a small amount onto Susan’s sex. He set the bottle down once again, and continued his massage. He studied carefully his tightly bound victim’s face, looking for whatever reaction she may have. When he had oiled the entire area thoroughly, he used the tips of his fingers to stroke her vulva. Slowly, methodically up one side then down the other. Susan closed her eyes. After a few moments, his fingertips found the tip of her clitoris. Its pearly tip was barely peeking out from the folds of flesh that protected it. Susan felt the contact with her clitoris. Her first reaction was to stiffen in her restraints. The massage had felt so good, then the surprise of contact with that tiny part of her most intimate sexual self. She had been watching raptly in the mirror overhead, but now her eyes closed. Peter drew small circles around the tiny bud with his fingertips, then moving his otherhand into position, used the tip of his forefinger on that hand to trace the outline of Susan’s inner lips. They too had become slick with the oil, and soon Peter’s finger was at the entrance to her sex. He continued the ministrations to his victim’s clitoris, and slowlyapplied pressure with his index finger, feeling it slowly enter her. Susan said nothing, but gasped lightly at the intrusion, eyes still closed. She felt his finger ever so slowly enter her. Once in, it seemed to explore her, feeling the walls of her sex, the other finger, still massaging her tiny bud. Even she noticed that her breathing had become rapid, and she felt the blush of heat in her face, but oddly, no longer cared. This felt good! Her eyes opened with a start when Peter suddenly spoke. “I want you to listen to me,” he said suddenly. Susan looked over at him as he talked. “I haven’t explained the rules, nor have I gone over your duties here yet, but right now I want to explain one simple rule in this place.” He continued, “As you should have learned by this point, you are no longer in control of your body here, I am. In a few moments I’m going to bring you to orgasm, but you need to always remember to obtain permission to climax. You must always ask me and receive permission before you do. Do you understand?” Susan nodded awkwardly from her prone position. “You need to answer me aloud.” he said curtly. “Yes, I understand.” Susan replied, her voice nearly breathless and trembling from her excited state, for all the while Peter was speaking, he had continued his massaging of her clitoris and smoothly stroked his finger in and out of her sex. Peter was looking directly into her eyes as he continued, Susan looked directly back into his. Her breathing was becoming ragged, and she knew that in another minute, she would find her release after so many days without. Peter gradually quickened his pace, studying carefully his victim’s reaction as he did. He watched her face carefully. He knew this woman was excited and close to her climax. Susan spoke, “May I cum please?” her voice shaky and barely understandable through her rasping breath. “You may,” Peter answered. Susan felt the climax, welling up within her, she knew that it was only a few more seconds before she would find release when she had remembered to ask for permission. Then it was upon her. Her body tensed in her bonds, she felt the familiar heat between her legs, the sweet and wet release from deep inside of her sex. Peter was looking directly into Susan’s eyes as her climax came. She squeezed her eyes shut, and he could feel her vaginal muscles contract around his finger. He quickened the pace of his massage to her clitoris, and noted the blush in her chest, as blood flooded that area. Her nipples were two projectiles pointing directly toward the ceiling. Susan’s entire chest, neck and face were deep red. Peter noted this with a small smile on his face. Susan’s legs were thumping against the top of the wooden table, she would have been thrashing about wildly, had she not been so tightly restrained. Her buttocks were bouncing on the foam cushion beneath them. She had lost all control, and didn’t have a thought in her head, the pleasure had overwhelmed her. She was entirely unaware of her actions or reactions to the intense pleasure that overcame her. She may have passed out, she didn’t know, didn’t care, and really wasn’t aware. When her senses did return, her first thought was this had been the best orgasm she’d ever experienced. She was still climaxing, although she felt it slowly subsiding. Susan’s moans filled the room, just a moment before, they had been screams. Peter hadn’t slowed his ministrations until his victim’s screams had become moans. He slowed the massaging of her clit then simply held his index finger inside of her. Feeling the spasms of her vaginal walls around it. She had discharged a large amount of fluid in her orgasm. A wet spot had formed on the table between her legs, where the fluid had run from her sex, and between her legs. Peter noted that her chest, neck and face were still flushed even though her breathing was starting to return to normal. Every few moments Susan would spasm, tensing in one moment and taking a sharp breath in. A second later her body would nearly totallyrelax. He slowed the massage to a stop and watched Susan with her eyes still tightly closed. Susan felt the end of her climax. Disappointed, yet totally fulfilled in it. Her breathing slowed somewhat, although it was still rapid and shallow. She slowly opened her eyes and saw Peter staring intently at her. At this point, she was beyond embarrassment, and didn’t care. She felt his finger still inside of her, and the moistness that she had surrounded itwith. She felt his other finger at her clitoris, as if taking its pulse. Then he slid his finger from her, and removed the other from her clit. “The second rule for you to remember here is that whenever I allow you this pleasure,” he said, “you must always remember to thank me.” Susan looked into his brown eyes and her breathing returning to normal was able to say, “Thank you for the climax,” and she meant it. She would always remember this one, she knew without doubt. “You’re welcome,” Peter said, then turned and once again left the table. Susan could hear him once again, in the corner sink, water running, and then he returned. He had another face cloth, dampened with hot water. She watched in fascination as he opened the steaming cloth and applied it to her sex, slowly wiping away her fluid and any excess baby oil. He was quite thorough, and even wiped the damp spot on the table between her legs. He left to return the cloth to the sink. She could hear him rustling about in the corner, and looked again at her reflection in the overhead mirror. She could see her stretched body, lying in an X on the table, the lips of her sex were darker and even more pronounced. The sight of her hairless sex, once having humiliated her, now fascinated her. She could see herself now, more clearly than ever before. For example, she had never known that she blushed ‘down there’ when she was excited. Nor did she realize how large her vulva became when she was sexually aroused. She could even make out the tip of her clit peeking from beneath its hood. Peter had returned, now he had a bottle of baby powder, yalova escort and he held it over her sex, sprinkling a bit onto her. He patted the powder into her with his free hand, tillhe had dusted the entire area. “I’m going to release you now,” he spoke as he set the baby powder aside, “and when I tell you, I want you to sit on the edge of the table.” he said with a gesture indicating where Susan was to sit. With that, he moved to her head and she felt the tug as he untied the rope securing her left wrist to the ring embedded in the table. He moved to the other side, then the release of her right wrist. He moved to the opposite end of the table and untied each of the ropes from the rings in the table, then untied the other ends from the rings sewn into the leather cuffs. He beckoned her, and she used her hands to help herself sit upright. She slid her buttocks off the foam cushion, and onto the table, scooting to the edge. She swung her legs over the side and felt a slight rush of blood to her head, just a bit dizzy. She absently placed her hands in her lap. “You are never to cover yourself,” Peter chastised. He moved in front of her and took her hands and placed them at her sides. He bent slightly and untied the other end of the ropes at her wrists from their cuffs. “Are you alright?” he asked. “I’m fine.” Susan replied softly. Peter instructed her to get off the table and stand, and Susan did as she was instructed. He asked her if she wanted more water, and she nodded her affirmative reply. “You know where the bowl is, and how to drink, so you may have more water.” he said. Susan went to the corner and lowered herself to her knees, aware of the leather cuffs adorning her wrists and ankles. She bent over the bowl and used the pretty pink tip ofher tongue to lap the water into her mouth. It took several minutes till her thirst had become satisfied. When she had finished, she rose to her feet and padded to the table. Peter taught Susan several positions or postures that she would need to know as a slave. The first posture was standing straight with her feet slightly wider than shoulder-width apart, her arms raised, fingers interlocked behind her head with elbows pointing straight to her either side. While in this posture, Susan could feel her breasts thrust out, and of course, the exposure of her now bald vulva. A second position required Susan to kneel on the floor, with her knees well apart, back straight and arms at her sides, palms upward. A variation of this posture allowed her to sitback with her lower legs beneath her buttocks. This was the position, Peter explained, that she was to assume whenever he entered the room. As he approached her, she would raise up from the sitting to the kneeling position. Once she had practiced each position, Peter allowed her to assume her sitting position while he spoke rather softly. “What you’ve been through tonight was mostly hygienic, rather than punitive,” he explained. “I wanted to observe you and your reaction to various things, and so far, you’ve done well.” “But,” he continued, “this is only the beginning, and there are many more opportunities for you.” Peter went on to explain the rules he had devised for the “house”. For example, whenever Susan entered his house, she was to stop wherever she entered, and remove all of her clothing and jewelry. She was to be totally nude at all times, except when she was directed otherwise. Susan was to ask permission before doing anything, including eating, drinking, using the toilet, or even sexual climax. Failure to do so, Peter warned, would bring stern consequences. During any sessions, Susan was given a “safe” word to use. She was to use it if whatever being inflicted upon her became too much for her to bear. She should consider carefully before using it, that it was not a word she could use to stop the pain, rather a word to inform her Master that it was no longer bearable. While she is in this house, Susan is to do whatever she is told whenever she is told. She should not consider the consequences or results of her actions, rather she should consider the consequences of not doing exactly whatever she had been instructed to do. Peter informed her that for the time being, she would be required to do little, that whatever happened to her, would be done either for her or to her. He asked her if she understood therules. Susan said, “Yes sir.” He went on to explain that the next morning would be the start of a very longday for the both of them and being that it was after midnight, she would be going to bed in a few moments. Susan was stunned, “after midnight,” she thought, the time had passed so quickly. She supposed that it had been because her mind had been on everything other than time. Peter instructed her to use the sink in the corner of the room, to wash her face and the toilet next to it, if she needed. He informed her that he was leaving for a few minutes, and she should use that time to prepare for bed. With that, he turned and once again moved to the electrical panel on the far wall, and usingthe switches on the panel, turned out the very bright lights in the room. It took Susan a few moments for her eyes to adjust to the dimmer light, and she heard, more than saw Peter move to the door, and leave her alone in the room. A few moments later when she could see clearly, she padded to the corner of the room and saw the sink. Next to it were a face cloth and towel. A few feet further was a toilet, a single roll of toilet paper sat on the lid of the tank behind the bowl. She moved and sat on the toilet, taking care of the more urgent needs first, besides, she thought, she wanted to finish this before Peter came back. Once finished, she stood, flushed the toilet, and then moved to the sink. There was a mirror over the sink, and shesaw her reflection. She was glad that she didn’t wear much makeup, her mascara had run with her tears while she had been on the table. She was equally happy, that her hair was short, and wasn’t mussed too badly. Susan took the face cloth and ran it under the hot water. Using soap and the cloth, she washed her face thoroughly, removing the remnants of her makeup. Rinsing the clothbeneath the hot stream of water, she used the damp cloth to clean her underarms, then moved it between her legs. She felt the powder that Peter had applied, but beneath that, was the oil that had come after he had shaved her there. She rinsed and wrung the face cloth several times, thoroughly cleaning that area. She was very conscious of her wrist and ankle cuffs as she performed her duties. They weren’t uncomfortable, rather ornamental, she thought. Once finished, she used the towel to dry herself, looked once again in the mirror, then moved again to the center of the room where Peter had left her. She remembered to assume the kneeling position that Peter had taught her, then satback on her legs, arms at her sides, wrists forward, palms up. She took the opportunity to once again, look about the room then heard the door opening. She immediately lowered her head as Peter entered. The door closed, and she heard himapproach, and remembered to move to the kneeling position. With her eyes lowered, she was kneeling with knees apart and back straight, just as he had instructed. Susan couldn’t see the smile at the corners of Peter’s mouth, “Very good,” he said. “I’m happy that you’ve remembered your lessons.” “I want you to come with me,” he instructed, she rose to her feet and followed him to the side of the room. Susan hadn’t noticed before, there was a blanket folded into a neat square, along the wall. “This is your bed for tonight,” he informed her simply. Peter indicated that she should kneel on the blanket, then instructed her to hold herarms out. She complied and he retrieved a padlock from his robe pocket and fastened her wrists together. He then reached out and pulled a short chain that hung from a steel ring set into the wall. He fastened the padlock holding her cuffs to the end of the chain. Standing back, Peter informed her that he would be back in the morning for her. Turned and as he opened the door, flicked the switch that operated the lights in the room, and closed the door behind him. The room was in total darkness, not even a trace of light beneath the door through which he had just passed. Susan realized that even after giving her eyes several moments to adjust, the roomwas still totally black. Susan moved to a lying position, the chain holding her wrist cuffs, had enough slack allowing her to lie with her hands and arms in front of her, yet held together, which took awhile to become accustomed. A thousand thoughts raced through her mind. She had been trying to remember the details of what had happened to her that day. Being forced to strip in front of Peter,the wrist and ankle cuffs. Lying stretched wide open with her sex exposed, then shaved. She tried to imagine what it was that would happen to her the next day, but could not come up with any idea of what was to come. She tried to remember the rules that Peter explained to her, but fell quietly and quickly into a deep sleep.

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