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doubt enjoying the feeling of turning the tables. I’m
not embarrassed by my body, but stripping to order feels strange
and a little uncomfortable. I take off my socks and pull down my
jeans, so I am standing in my bra and knickers. “That’s enough for
now,” Michael stops me. “Now kneel for me.”
    Feeling slightly unreal, I do as
I’m bid. He sits forward on the sofa, puts out a hand and caresses
my breast through the lacy bra while I kneel subserviently at his
feet. I feel my nipple harden under his touch.
    “Now, I want you address me as
‘sir’,” he commands.
    I gape slightly in incredulity.
“Sir?”
    “Tsk,” he tuts, and pinches my
nipple. He does it quite gently, but all the same it’s
uncomfortable. “It’s not a question, Justine. Try again.”
    “Yes, sir,” I respond, frowning
up at him. I’m not sure how much I’m going to enjoy this.
    He pinches my nipple again,
harder this time. “Ow!”
    “That’s for the surly look on
your face,” he tells me. “I expect you to look grateful, and to
address me with respect. Is that clear?”
    “Yes, sir,” I mumble through
clenched teeth.
    “Hmm, I think we’ll work on that
later,” he decides. “For now, I’ve got plans for you.” I look at
him, silently expectant. “I think I’ll fuck you first.”
    I suppress a grin. This doesn’t
sound like punishment, it sounds like exactly what I want. “Yes,
sir,” I answer respectfully.
    “I’m going to tie your wrists
together,” he declares. “Give me your hands.” I offer him my wrists
as he stands and reaches into his jeans pocket, pulling out two
lengths of string.
    “You planned this!” I
exclaim.
    “Very bad,” he pronounces,
reaching out and tweaking my nipple painfully again.
    “Ow!”
    “I expect you to be quiet and
respectful, not to comment on everything I do,” he says, binding my
wrists rather tighter than he needs to. He has only used one piece
of string, keeping hold of the other one in his hand. “I hope
you’re going to learn to behave yourself soon.”
    “Yes, sir,” I capitulate, hoping
to avoid any more nipple abuse. It’s not that it’s dreadfully
painful, but it’s annoying, and a little humiliating. That said,
the whole scenario of kneeling, bound, on the floor in my underwear
is very arousing. I can feel how wet I am and I can’t wait for
Michael to be inside me. So I’m willing to endure the irritation of
Michael’s mistreatment of my breasts. For the moment.
    “Now lie down.”
    I do as I’m told, lying on the
rug with my hands tied.
    “Oh, no, not there. Off the rug.
It’s the floorboards for you, Justine.”
    I glower at Michael, but comply.
Slightly awkwardly, given that my hands are bound in front of me, I
shift off the thick, warm, comfortable rug and onto the cold, hard
wooden floor.
    “That’s much better,” he says,
smiling. He kneels down next to me and takes hold of my arms,
pulling them up above my head, and then I realise what the second
piece of string is for. He ties it to the binding on my wrists and
attaches it to the leg of my armchair. So now I’m stretched out on
the floor in my bra and knickers, hands tied above my head. He
eases my knickers off my hips and down the length of my legs, and
now that I’m nearly naked, he softly brushes my clitoris. I give a
little whimper of desire and he smiles, revelling in his power.
    Michael reaches
out to touch my breasts, then instructs me to raise my back off the
floor. I do so as best as I can, allowing him to undo my bra, and
then he tells me I can relax again. Relax –
this is hardly relaxing, lying on the wooden floor waiting to see
what you’re going to do to me. He pushes
the cups of my bra up so that my breasts are exposed, and leans
over to kiss first one, then the other nipple, teasing them with
his tongue and making them stand out hard and firm. His hand strays
down and again softly grazes my clitoris. I moan again with
desire.
    I am so ready for him to enter
me now.