.

He scoops her up into His arms.. Carries her to His bed. That is when she sees the chains. The first He attached to the rope at her right ankle. As he pulls it her leg is pulled toward the ceiling. He watches carefully. Just as her hip lifts from the bed He stops. The second chain He attached to her other ankle pulling it toward the side of the bed. Slowly He grabs the first chain again this time pulling until she is lifted by her leg a few inches from the bed. Smiling as He steps back to eye His handiwork. Her legs could not be stretched any wider. Her sex completely at His mercy. He grins and walks away out of sight. Bound and semi-suspended she turns her thoughts in. Thinks of how she got to be where she is right now. What moves she has made. She closes her eyes breaths deeply the ropes that bind her tight against her chest. She relaxes. All has gone as she had expected. She has strayed very few steps from the path. She can hear Him. Can feel His presence in the room. He is a strong one. A satisfied look comes to her face. A deep old feeling has come back. She simply smiles, She waits. He stands by the table looking at the toys that He had removed from the box. As He reaches for one He feels a change in the room. Turns to see who has entered. Seeing no one He shakes off the feeling and turns back to the toys. Picking up a small leather crop, a set of sterling silver nipple clamps and a dagger. He smiles to Himself. Turns on His heels, slowly and soundlessly approaches the bound and beautiful one. Just as he reaches the side of the bed she opens her eyes. Surprising Him. He looks deep into her eyes, does not see. She knows that she is safe. She sees the toys that He holds. Smiles deep inside. She was prepared for this. Willingly she will comply and accept. The crop slowly caresses her skin, she makes not a sound. He watches the crop as it moves closer to her tightly bound breasts. Lifts it from her skin. She watches the crop rise high in the air. Knowing what is coming she breaths in deep. It connects hard with her right nipple. Her nipple stings just a little, her eyes widen. The leather caresses the stinging nipple. The crop rises again, she looks into his eyes and knows that this time it will hurt. The crop cuts through the air. Again it bites her nipple. A moan that is more felt than heard escapes her. He sets the crop down picks up and applies the nipple clamp to her tender stinging nipple. She watches as it tightens. The pain so sweet and deep, she moans softly. He smiles at the sound, tightens it more. A tiny whimper escapes the beauty that is at His mercy. He picks up the crop. With the skill of a practiced hand He guides it over her stomach. Lower towards the treasure that He will seek to own. The rope tight to her flower, buried in her slit. The tip of the crop glides effortlessly over the rope. Almost caressing the rope in a sexual way. As the crop moves slowly upwards she closes her eyes. She knows that it is all in her mind, but would swear that she could hear it as it passes through the air. It connects directly on the rope that protects her clit. A low growl is barely heard. Her growl pleases Him more than the crisp sound of the crop connecting with the now wet rope. She can feel the crop rise through the air. Does not see it, just knows that it has. Holds her breath and waits for the searing pain that she knowing it will bring her a deep wave of pleasure. It connects again. Louder she growls, tears form in her eyes but still barely makes a sound. This intrigues the Dom. He brings the crop harder against the rope that He has bound her flower with. Her tears roll down her cheeks. No sound escapes her. He puts the crop aside.. Goes to her, kisses her tears away. Whispers "you please me well." She smiles, a smile that shows Him that she is willing to submit to more. Leaning to her He kisses her deeply, passionately. Whispers to her "Now we continue." He retrieves the crop. Gently caresses her bare nipple. She, for reasons that she does not understand, wishs to please Him. She watches the crop as it glides through the air. It connects hard to her nipple. It feels like a hard bite, sending a slight rush of flame through her. Harder this time. The pain bringing her deeper into herself, taking her away from the room. Again and again it connects. This the last time that the crop will connect with her nipple pulls her back to the room hard and fast. The pain so intense. So pleasing to her passion is the pain. Her nipples both on fire. Her clit still hidden under the rope is throbbing. Feeling the rope pressing against it hard. She finally moans. Surprised by the sound He sets down the crop. He places the nipple clamp tightly to her inflamed nipple. Pulls them firmly giving each a twist. Holds them and leans to her kissing her deeply. She responds with a passion that he thought almost as mythical as He thought her to be. It seems to Him like it is reaching for his soul, caressing it. Never has He felt a deep seated need to take one like He has for this one.  He needs to take all of her passion and make it His. Slowly He pulls away from the kiss. He releases His hold on the nipple clamps. Whispers to her again " you please me well this day, my beautiful one." She smiles softly, the smile that she hides deeper within is somewhat less soft.