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Samara looked questioningly at the Comte. Why did he need a table? She was going to tell him that the food on the tray in the corner was fresh and that she had recently refilled the wine pitcher. But the look in his eyes kept her silent. She nodded quickly and left. She would see if her brother was done his work for the day.
Katirah heard the Comte and was turning around when he walked into the room. He began to give him a smile, but his face made her stop. He was curt with her as he ordered her into the main room. He must still be angry.
She followed the Comte. When she saw the table she remembered what he had said to her downstairs. Did he mean to act on his threat now? Or did he plan on tying her to the table and beating her?
She knew it would only be worse if she struggled. She thought he would also know if she pretended tears. Hear heart pounded. She was afraid she would be crying real tears soon enough. No one had ever tied her before. She was a musician and singer. She should not be used thus.
The Comte maneuvered her into a very awkward position and tied her with a few scarves. It became fairly obvious that the Comte did not put her in this position to be whipped. At least, she fervently hoped so since the tenderest parts of her body were thoroughly exposed ot him.
She cried out a few times as he pulled her into position, pressed her face into the table, and tightened her bonds.
She finally got the courage to reply. "Must Sir tie me thus when I have willingly given myself already?" But his words were true, she was extremely uncomfortable and the anticipation of what he might do next with her in such a vulnerable position had her nether part tingling.
She tried lifting her head form the table to look at him. "My Comte has searched my things? But why?" She lowered her head back to the table. She heard him jostle a box. Her cheeks reddened as she realized what he had discovered. "I think Sir has found the... sexual aids." She did not know why, but this embarrassed her greatly. It should not. Although she was not trained as a sex slave, she had been schooled somewhat in this area. Right now in her awkward position, knowing he held the box, wondering whether he planned on using any of the items on her. It made her feel humiliated. Unclean. She thought an explanation was in order. "Sometimes a man is unable to bed a woman as he would wish. These aids may help. Some of them can be useful if a woman is to be without a man for a long time. I am not a sex slave. I have been instructed in their use, but they have been idle for some time now."
She realized that her whole body had tensed. She tried to relax, This position was uncomfortable enough as it was.
Katirah heard the Comte and was turning around when he walked into the room. He began to give him a smile, but his face made her stop. He was curt with her as he ordered her into the main room. He must still be angry.
She followed the Comte. When she saw the table she remembered what he had said to her downstairs. Did he mean to act on his threat now? Or did he plan on tying her to the table and beating her?
She knew it would only be worse if she struggled. She thought he would also know if she pretended tears. Hear heart pounded. She was afraid she would be crying real tears soon enough. No one had ever tied her before. She was a musician and singer. She should not be used thus.
The Comte maneuvered her into a very awkward position and tied her with a few scarves. It became fairly obvious that the Comte did not put her in this position to be whipped. At least, she fervently hoped so since the tenderest parts of her body were thoroughly exposed ot him.
She cried out a few times as he pulled her into position, pressed her face into the table, and tightened her bonds.
She finally got the courage to reply. "Must Sir tie me thus when I have willingly given myself already?" But his words were true, she was extremely uncomfortable and the anticipation of what he might do next with her in such a vulnerable position had her nether part tingling.
She tried lifting her head form the table to look at him. "My Comte has searched my things? But why?" She lowered her head back to the table. She heard him jostle a box. Her cheeks reddened as she realized what he had discovered. "I think Sir has found the... sexual aids." She did not know why, but this embarrassed her greatly. It should not. Although she was not trained as a sex slave, she had been schooled somewhat in this area. Right now in her awkward position, knowing he held the box, wondering whether he planned on using any of the items on her. It made her feel humiliated. Unclean. She thought an explanation was in order. "Sometimes a man is unable to bed a woman as he would wish. These aids may help. Some of them can be useful if a woman is to be without a man for a long time. I am not a sex slave. I have been instructed in their use, but they have been idle for some time now."
She realized that her whole body had tensed. She tried to relax, This position was uncomfortable enough as it was.