The Journey Ch. 06

“Yes, Master, I understand,” she replied softly.

He nodded once, frowning slightly as He had noticed her shoulders slouching a bit more. “Shoulders back, little one.”

Kicking her thighs further apart, He nodded. “You still have work to do on the positions, little one, but you are doing well. You will perfect them with time.”

Arching her back tightly, she thrust her breasts higher, still keeping her fingers tightly laced together behind her back as He kicked her thighs further apart, “yes, Master”, she spoke softly.

They finished dinner and tidied the kitchen, putting the dishes in the dishwasher, the cushion back in the cabinet and putting the salad fixings back into the refrigerator.

Turning to her as they finished, He spoke, “time for you to get some rest, little one. You have a full day tomorrow.”

Seeing that the sun had just started to go down, she started to protest, “but Master, it’s still light out.”

Arching His brow, she lowered her lashes, her head bowing slightly and muttered softly, “yes, Master, as You wish.”

“That’s better, little one,” He spoke.

Slowly she followed behind Him as He escorted her back to the bedroom. Directing her to His walk-in closet, He told her to retrieve a rolled mat from behind the door and the two lengths of nylon rope hanging on the hook. She retrieved the items, her brow furrowed in puzzlement at His odd request.

“Use the restroom if you need to, little one, and then back to Me,” He ordered.

She used the restroom, still uncomfortable about this most intimate detail while He was watching.

Coming back to Him, she stood beside the bed, not knowing exactly what to do now.

“Spread the mat out at the foot of the bed and then lay down, little one,” He again commanded.

Clearly confused she spread the mat out and then lay down, looking up at Him with dark eyes.

“Hands together,” He spoke.

After she had done this, He proceeded to wrap one length of rope around her wrists, making sure it was not too snug and then tied it to an eye bolt strategically placed at her head, giving her just enough length to turn side to side if she wished. Moving down to her ankles, He again wrapped the remaining length of rope, securely tying it off to another eyebolt anchored in the dais.

“Your inhaler is within reach of you, if you should need it, little one, and here is a pillow to make you more comfortable.”

Looking up to Him, her eyes wide, she quietly asked, “Master?”

“Yes, little one?” He responded.

“How come I am bound to the bed and not in bed, Master?”, she asked.

“You must earn the privilege of sleeping at My side, little one. Your hands and ankles are bound so that you do not pleasure yourself during the night. Also, make very sure you want to wake Me during the night, My growl is even worse when I am awakened. So beware, little one.”

Swallowing hard, she whispered, “yes, Master.”

Fitting a sleep mask over her eyes to shut out the remaining light, He gently stroked her head, “good night, little one, sweet dreams.”

“Good night, Master,” she softly responded.

He smiled softly and tucked a comforter around her to tuck her in for the night.