Water drips from a silver tap. I watch the droplets splash out with the main pool now forming on the stainless steel basin. Slow repetition, constant, controlled, steady and pleasing, I gaze a moment longer, looking at the black "C" embossed on the white background of the tap insert. Perfect design, function and style combined, worth every pretty penny I spent.
    
    The girl in the adjacent room will treasure her surroundings too, for tonight at least.
    
    She sits bound to a chair in the centre of the room. Black cord wrapped twice around her upper body and looped around the back of the chair holds her in place. I have opened the front of her white blouse to expose her breasts. Her wrists are tied together and placed in her lap, further cord is tightened beneath the seat of the chair and brought over her secured wrists. Ankles similarly secured, I am satisfied she is helpless.
    
    A black silk scarf surrounds her mouth whilst another, more colourful this time, acts as a blindfold. Her black pencil skirt is raised up, showing off long, strong legs. I gave her those shiny leather boots as an afterthought, she may get to keep them or she may not.
    
    I walk across the room, footfall silenced by the white carpets thick luxurious fibres, an impractical touch but visually pleasing. I take a handful of cubes from the ice bucket and drop them into a tall glass. She stiffens at the sound as I pour my drink, I am glad to note her senses are sharp.
    
    "Good evening. I must start by complimenting you on your ability to follow instruction, that talent will stand you in good stead if you continue to comply."
    
    I sip my drink and place the glass down on a coaster allowing the ice to crackle. I walk over to the chair and stand before my guest.
    
    "Failure to carry out any spoken instruction, command or direction will be dealt with by myself, I need you to be aware of this and acknowledge it now by nodding your head forwards twice."
    
    Her long dark hair spills down over her breasts as she nods. The room is both comfortable and warm yet goose pimples are visible around her areola and both nipples show proud and erect.
    
    I bend close to her ear, the scent in her hair is tea tree as had been relayed in her bathing instruction prior to arrival.
    
    "I have some decoration for you." I say, fastening two silver clamps onto each of her nipples. "Be aware, I am able to tighten these if I wish, do you understand?"
    
    She nods again. The sight of her body is pleasing, the thought of her vulnerability even more so.
    
    I select a long serrated blade.
    
    "This is one of my favourite toys, in time it may become one of yours too." I whisper as I press the cold steel flat against her cheek, she draws her head back a fraction. "Don't," I admonish her, giving a sharp downwards tug on her hair. She lets out a muffled complaint at the sudden pain but falls silent when I grip her mane once again, this time pressing the jagged edge of the knife close enough into her throat to indent the flesh.
    
    "Such a sensual area your neck, I can see your heartbeat and watch you try swallow your fear." I remove the blade and release my grip on her hair as I walk around behind her chair. "I can observe, I can command and I can enjoy."
    
    "But best of all I can cut."
    
    I slice through the gossamer thin material of her blouse, taking care and time thus allowing her to hear and feel the shredding of her clothing. My fingers separate the torn collar of the blouse and I stroke upwards from her shoulder blades to the nape of her neck. She gives an involuntary shiver. "How delicious," I murmur, "You are starting to enjoy yourself aren't you?"
    
    She nods her head twice in agreement.
    
    "Now let's see just how far you are willing to go in your enjoyment shall we?"
    
    I walk back around to face her, "Front and centre, just like a good drill sergeant, you like regimented discipline do you?"
    
    She seems confused at the question, a soft tug on the nipple clamp chain serves to help her focus, she moans then nods.
    
    Holding the knife by its blade, I trace upwards along her inner thigh with the handle, she tries to move her legs together, a natural enough reflex. "Part your thighs. Now."
    
    Her hesitance is overridden by her eagerness for experience and exploration, she opens her legs a little more, allowing me to move the knife handle further up, she tilts her head back, I see her legs begin to tremble. Her pencil skirt, already raised, slides further up as she responds to the touch on her skin. I can see the material of her underwear between her thighs, I stay my hand and bring the knife back toward me.
    
    "Listen to me. I want you to remain completely still, do you understand?"
    
    She nods that she does.
    
    "Good. I am going to slice your panties open with my knife, I will take care not to hurt you, do you trust me not to injure you?"
    
    Another nod.
    
    The trembling in her legs has increased, I place the palm of my hand against her thigh and stroke high and slow. I work my fingers upwards, feeling the heat of her body as I move. My fingertips touch material and she jumps as though receiving a small shock, I slip my fingers inside of her panties and pull the material towards me, she is becoming wet and aroused.
    
    "Remain still, quite quite still." I remind her. The blade is sharp and her underwear is of an expensive silk, it gives way in an instant, revealing her neat, trimmed hair and moist lips. I allow the tip of the blade the merest touch against her thigh, she recoils.
    
    “I am going to reward your bravery now.” I tell her, placing the knife to one side and kneeling to allow me better access in between her thighs. I place both my hands palms down on her thighs, rubbing her legs down towards the knee and back up towards her hips. I maintain a gentle but firm motion, massaging the skin, generating a warmth from the friction of my touch. I push her thighs apart and allow her to feel my hands travel towards the one area she is waiting for me to reach. A matter of inches away I stop, she moves her hips forward but my hands remain still, “Patience,” I say, noting that a small patch of cut material has become damp as her excitement builds. “Wouldn’t want to spoil it all, now would we?” My hands begin moving once more, exploring the soft flesh inside her legs as I part her thighs as far as the restraining cords allow.
    
    I can smell her musky arousal as I push her legs open, I lower my head and allow her to feel my warm breath on her now swollen clit, I blow a little more and she squirms in the chair, she has another contraction as the dampness between her legs increases. Moisture is starting to leak from her and run between her glistening cheeks, she is eminently desirable but to allow her the release she longs for would only serve to end the game much too soon and that would never do. I let my fingers move past the obvious target and settle upon the small strip of hair above.
    
    “All good things come to she who waits,” I stroke her skin, pulling backwards to allow me a better view of her tingling clit and ensure that she becomes wetter still. She twists from side to side in the chair and lets out a moan of petulant rage.
    
    I take my time to disentangle myself from her and stand up straight, I slap her hard across the thigh bringing an angry red welt to the surface. She thrashes around and I slap her once again in the same spot, her scream this time though muffled by the gag is more of anger, I administer another more savage slap and pull her head back by the hair. I whisper into her ear, “Again? Or do we have an understanding?”
    
    Her head falls forward and small sobs escape the material binding her mouth, I go over for my drink allowing her some time to come to accept our relationship at this moment in time. When her crying stops I speak again.
    
    “Much better, please believe me when I tell you that I have no desire to harm you, but bad behaviour and rudeness will not be tolerated.”
    
    I allow the silence that follows to last a while longer than expected, she moves her body in a fruitless attempt to gain a more comfortable sitting position.
    
    “Not quite the dinner date of conformity is it?” I ask as I walk in a wide circle around her. “I have you at a complete disadvantage, to you I am voice and shadow yet I know more about you than most lovers ever learn. More, I feel sure, than you have shared with Alexander up until now.”
    
    Her surprise is sudden and sharp, she forgets about the clamps, which tighten as her body begins to start upright, the bolt of pain fires from her swollen nipples into her brain, she sags forward once more.
    
    “Zander, that’s your pet name for him isn’t it? Well Zander has never known you like this, never watched you bound and pliant, admired your partial nakedness or shared your angry arousal has he? Nor would you let him, a woman in your position could hardly be expected to, after all, the potential for damage would be overwhelming. I am sure your advisors have counselled you against it already, wouldn’t want one of those nasty little sex tapes being leaked , now would we?”
    
    As I talk I am circling closer to her, watching her responses, noting the reactions and observing her behaviour. She is a determined girl, knows her own mind and these days at any rate, is used to getting her own way, hence her need to be here with me, I can give her what she craves.
    
    “Not that you worry at night about those early days do you? After all, you were just starting out back then, another pretty pretty young girl with a regional accent, didn’t you take elocution lessons once before? Ironic, given the stock placed in your girl next door qualities now, but I suppose you didn’t rely on your mouth for just talking in the beginning did you?”
    
    I am behind her at the moment watching as her fingers work together in a frantic but foolish attempt to find a way of releasing her wrists from the cord which binds them together.
    
    “I think our evening requires a little background music.” I move to stand in front of her, noting the furious red welt on her thigh with satisfaction. “If you will just excuse me one moment.”
    
    I take one step away before I swivel back on my heel and deliver a sharp, forceful backhanded slap across her cheek, my leather glove denies me the sound of flesh upon flesh but her shocked scream through the gag compensates enough for now.
    
    “Don’t play with your bindings, there’s a good girl.” I adjust my glove and cuffs as I walk over to select something for our listening enjoyment.
    
    “Ah perfect, I love this and it helps drown out any incidental noises you make this evening.” She is still snivelling, more in shock than pain, after all the blow was unexpected rather than violent. “And I promise, you will make noise.”
    
    The cd tray glides backwards and a solitary blue light illuminates one corner of the subwoofer, needle indicators flicker into life as Bryan Ferry croons “The Thrill Of It All.” I admire the two girls, Constanze and Eveline who adorn the cover and return to my companion.
    
    “Now, where were we? Ah yes, you were testing boundaries weren’t you? Establishing how far you can push things.” A strand of dark hair has fallen across her cheek, she has thick lustrous beautiful hair, crowning glory indeed. I smooth it behind her ear with my gloved fingertips, she pulls back her head and I pat her face with an almost imperceptible touch. I whisper to her “Not very far, trust me on that.”
    
    I trace down over her neck with the tips of my fingers, she has forgone the need for make up, believing that tears would only spoil her composed cultivated image I assume. I think to myself that running mascara would be a good, sexy look on her and make a mental note to include a trip to a reputable beauty salon as a requirement prior to any future play.
    
    She has almost flawless pale skin when bereft of studio cosmetic artists, the blood which has rushed to the surface of her cheek and thigh still shows fierce where she has been slapped. It is an almost irresistible urge to beat her black and blue that wells up as my hand works down over her full upturned breasts. I cup them in my gloved palms allowing the touch of leather on her exposed skin to cause those stunning hard nipples to display themselves to best advantage all over again. Holding her still in my hands I bend my head forwards, close enough to smell the scent of her body lotion as I take my tongue and circle around the outside flesh of her left breast, she leans back a little and I deliver the same attention upon the right. Her thighs come together then part a little as her hips move up as though longing for something to grind against, the torn material of her panties forms a dark veil across her warm pink flesh allowing a quick delicious glimpse before her legs close once more as she squeezes her thighs together in pleasure.
    
    “See?” I say in a low voice. “I can reward you in whichever way I feel appropriate.” I allow my hands to fall upon hers, “Yet inappropriate behaviour for a young woman will be a much more substantial reward for the likes of a girl like you, don’t you think?” I slide gloved hands along the insides of her thighs. “You want to misbehave this evening, I can tell.”
    
    As my fingers work ever closer to her wetness she attempts to arch her back whilst parting her thighs so as to give me unobstructed access and speed up the moment of pleasure my entry will bring. Her breasts ride up once more, tightening the clamps which pull hard upon her nipples, this time however her passion is building in such a way that the pain serves to heighten her desire rather than lessen her need. The chain becomes taut as her breasts flex and her hard pink buds are pulled at with a strong almost violent masturbatory motion, she makes a guttural moaning sound and nods her head again and again in encouragement and abandon.
    
    I move my fingers towards her glistening sex, she has lost any pretence of aloofness now, instinct has taken over and her desire is all too evident. Moisture is lubricating her as her body responds to the forthcoming coupling which her senses are hardwiring into the receptors in her brain that are screaming Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me! Her mind and body are focusing on one thing and one thing only with a concentration, excitement and appetite which is animalistic in its passion and selfish in its greed.
    
    All in all just the moment to slide a finger inside that sweet nut brown ass I decide.
    
    The flow of juice from between her legs shows no sign of lessening and her strip of dark hair above her engorged clit has delicious beads of moisture hanging upon its neat manicured ends. Wet trails of excitement soak her thighs and her increasing attempts at thrusting her hips are lifting her tightening buttocks from the chair showing me that her lubrication is no longer confined to the more polite point of entry.
    
    I slide one hand beneath her bottom.
    
    She wriggles on my hand like a kitten as she tries to grind her pubic bone against my wrist in her desire to obtain a release from the unbearable tension building within her. In response I circle my middle finger around the perimeter of her soaking wet anus, I feel her muscle tighten but know that the amount of moisture down there is going to make entry a mere formality.
    
    “My my, someone is an excitable girl this evening.”
    
    I probe her with the tip of my middle finger, she lets out a half hearted protest which neither of us believe holds any degree of truth.
    
    “You recall that sneering, bad girl attitude you portrayed in that rather ill timed paparazzi photo opportunity carried in last months tabloids?” I ask in a detached voice. She had been pictured somewhat the worse for drink falling out of a cab after a private party in the west end of the city.
    
    “You were rather rude, I must confess, swearing, screaming and shouting, telling photographers to and I quote, to take a fuck to themselves and spin on it. I’m not sure that you will recall, after all, you did appear to be rather inebriated at the time.”
    
    I probe between her cheeks with more purpose.
    
    “I think we ought to investigate that spin idea much more fully, don’t you?”
    
    I make slow circles with my finger and allow her weight to slide down onto me as I slip a leather digit into her tight little ring, at the same time my thumb begins to rub at her sweet spot, feeling the swollen button press against my hand as she rubs herself harder and faster against me. Despite my hand being encased in leather, I can feel the warmth of her through the glove, she grinds and bucks as though she were a bronco resisting the rope.
    
    Her urgency is such that climax is but moments away, I move both of my fingers at speed, uttering a husky “Good girl” in encouragement as her own pace quickens.
    
    Without prior warning I pull my hand back as one thrust of her hips is at the highest point of its ark, my fingers slide out from her sticky sweet mound and that cute little rump hit’s the chair hard.
    
    A muffled wail, pleasing to my ear as she continues to grind in her seat, I press her legs to a stop and run the shiny glove beneath her nostrils, she twists her head away in anger.
    
    “Mmmm nectar,” I hiss as my tongue licks the length of my finger, “This is shaping up as a memorable evening.”
    
    I watch as she lifts her head upright and brings her thighs tight together, there is pride at stake for her and her natural conditioning is to battle to preserve it. I smile to myself and enjoy the sight of her naked breasts just a moment longer, there are tiny pin point drops of sweat glistening on her cleavage lending a sheen to her wonderful skin.
    
    “I can tell that you are allowing your frustration to develop into anger.” I say as I caress her hair , ignoring the fact that she tries to turn her head away from my touch. “That will never do, hostility and hate are much too destructive emotions to be displaying. After all, we both know that what drives you is not rage , it is passion and love.”
    
    She sits immobile in the chair, silent and sullen as a spoilt child.
    
    I walk over to my table, “Do you want to know one of the things I was always taught when I was growing up?” I ask as I survey the collection of accessories which lay spread before me. “It was that in this life there are but two rules to follow*, obey these and you will be astonished at what you can achieve.”
    
    I allow my hand to hover above the table as I continue to talk. “I am going to share those rules with you tonight because you are someone whom I treasure and value as I would any of my prized possessions and as such I want only the best for you.”
    
    My mind made up I make my choice. “The first rule is never initiate or accept force.” I walk back across the room. “Yes, I bind you, truss you, slap you, pull your hair, fuck with that ever so attractive intellect of yours and so far have denied you release.”
    
    I check that I have enough space around me and continue to talk to her as I work. “This in itself is not force because we both desire for these actions to take place, we have a mutual enjoyment of the experience.”
    
    I crouch down by her side for a moment as I ready my next piece of apparatus. “Just to be absolutely safe and sure, there’s no way you could be pregnant at present is there?” I keep my tone distracted , as though I am not paying a great deal of attention. “No, I thought not, busy career girl and all.”
    
    “There,” I exclaim. “All set, now where was I? ah yes, the second rule, well the second rule is keep your word. Live by those two rules and life becomes much more rewarding.”
    
    The girl remains still and unresponsive showing no sign of having listened to what I said. “Remember I told you that bad behaviour and rudeness would not be tolerated?” I ask her but get no reply. “It was not an empty threat.”
    
    I remove the nipple clamps without warning, smiling to myself as the pain caused by this sudden easing of restriction results in sufficient pain to elicit a breath filled low moaning from the girl. Her swollen nipples are magnificent and a testimony to the job the clamps have performed.
    
    I press the footswitch and allow her to hear the sudden hum of electricity, this time she stirs. “Oh now you decide to be a little more cooperative, isn’t that interesting? Tell me, how is your German, is it fluent?”
    
    She is shaking her head from side to side now, either because her appreciation of the language is non existent or more probable the sound of electric current has spooked her somewhat. Either way her reaction is not about to alter my course.
    
    “Allow me to introduce you to Herr Wartenberg, Herr Wartenburg this is a naughty girl, naughty girl this is Herr Wartenberg, I think the two of you ought to become acquainted.”
    
    There are moans now, and twisting convulsions in the chair but no escape is possible, I have made quite sure of that. I allow another few elasticised seconds to hang in the air before I speak to her once more.
    
    “As I said before, best of all, I can cut.”
    
    I make sure that the connection from the violet wand to my own skin is secure thus electrifying my entire body as I hold the metal wheel inches away from her exposed flesh. At this power the spikes of the pinwheel are going to feel as though they are slicing into the skin and cutting, she will have no way of knowing I am not punishing her insolence by torturing her with death by a thousand cuts. The imagination can be a terrible thing and the brain is such a powerful sensual organ.
    
    At the first touch of the wheel her body convulses at this new sensation, such is the force of her initial reaction that I fear for a moment that she may topple the chair over. I take the wheel away from her skin and allow the sudden rise of fear within her to subside a fraction.
    
    “Listen to me now girl, you have come hear of your own free will, to experience something that provides you with an excitement you crave and to feel fulfilment. I have promised to deliver you that experience and I shall, but you have to invest in me your complete trust and obedience. No more games now, do you understand?”
    
    Her frame shivers and for the merest passage of time I can sense her deliberations as to whether or not she feels confident enough in both herself and I to see this through to the end. It is a crisis moment for our interaction, should she decline to continue, everything ends here for today.
    
    “For the final time I‘m asking, are you with me and prepared to accept that my guidance will be given to you as part of always safeguarding your happiness and need for adventure?”
    
    A silence now, no more words until the girl makes up her own mind, a matter of choice.
    
    Now she nods in the affirmative, her head bowed into submission and surrender.
    
    “I am pleased with you.” I say looking at the pinwheel in my hand. “I am about to bestow upon you gifts such as you have never known. You have earned this reward, I want you to enjoy every last moment.”
    
    The wheel descends upon her exposed forearm, muscles tighten and contract as the nerve ends telegraph signals to the brain screaming warnings of the mutilation her limb is undergoing right now. Lies of course, as not so much as a pin prick of blood is drawn, but a blindfolded girl is no judge of her nervous systems honesty, she moans at a higher register than before, renewing her fear fuelled struggling.
    
    “I think you are just about ready.” I inform her as I replace the metal wheel on the table. I double check the connection between the wand and my own flesh. “I am going to touch you in ways you never imagined.”
    
    A hot flood of liquid from between her thighs puddles on the floor, fear causing a momentary loss of control.
    
    “That is natural, a sport for another time perhaps, but for now I want you to receive my touch.”
    
    I extend my fingertips inches away from her breast and there is an audible crackling as the electricity jumps the gap between us and sends the small jolt through her.
    
    “Imagine that little static imp touching you that way in a constant stream, that is what is about to happen right now.”
    
    I cup her breast in my hand and the charge is transferred from my body to her own, her head lolls back as my thumb rubs across her nipple, the sensation of my touch causing a further swelling there that I would not have thought possible given the impressive state of arousal she was already in.
    
    With care and deliberation I move my hands along her thighs, varying the distance and firmness of my contact as I progress towards that swollen rise between her legs. Her limbs quiver and tremble as the constant tiny shocks escalate through her body, in warm bursts. Having quelled that initial foreboding she is now beginning to embrace this strange sensation that is stirring pleasure within her in a new unusual way. I part her thighs with the palms of my hands, sending more direct charges through her whole frame.
    
    “My fingers are not the only part of my body that can work this magic.” I say pushing back her pencil skirt and lowering my head between her shuddering thighs.
    
    Her scent and dampness arouse me as I flick my tongue towards her swollen clit, the merest spark causing her to force out a guttural explosion of joy confined and muffled by her gag.
    
    She is soaking herself as my tongue probes and stabs at its target, her hips thrusting upwards as her buttocks tighten and I find her thighs eager to hold my head in place as she attempts to bring my mouth ever closer to her grinding sex. The smell of lust and abandon fills my nostrils as I busy my tongue all over her open warmth, the combination of touch, movement and electric pulse sending her into a dizzying ascent of driving, screaming joy, the end of which is but moments away now.
    
    Working herself harder she grinds tight against my mouth pushing up and down as she rubs with more urgency than before, each bump of her hips is matched by a primeval groan as the beat increases both in tempo and volume. She has become a woman lost within that rising surge which has to end so much sooner than she wants, but the force of which cannot be denied. I bury my face deep and her rhythm accelerates to match the long protracted exhalation of breath which escapers her mouth as her release floods forth in a burst of warm juices I swallow and taste as she orgasms over and over again.
    
    The descent from these lust filled heights is gentle, her thighs losing their grip on my head little by little as her impossible high transforms itself into a warmth filled satisfied exhaustion.
    
    I stand up turning off the wand and replacing it back upon the table before returning to the girl now slumped, happy and fatigued in the chair.
    
    “My girl now” I say as I undo her gag.
    
    “Always.” she replies.
    
    
    
    
    *“A Users Manual For The Human Experience” By Michael W Dean contains the only two rules for life.