Step Into My Parlour...

you awaken to find that you are bound by chains, ankle and wrist, to a hard, wooden table, in what appears to be a standard spread-eagle positon. The room is semi-lit, and reminds you of the cliche dungeon from an old horror film.

The chains make a loud, "clanking"
sound as you vainly struggle against the restraints. This of course attracts My attention, and I slowly enter the room, taking slow and deliberate steps toward you, smiling down wickedly upon your naked and vulnerable flesh.
you have been completely stripped and freshly scrubbed for Me, your hair brushed and arranged to My satisfaction. you smell of fresh, clean soap, also according to My specifications, and the scent of brand new prey wriggling in fear begins to arouse Me.
"Ah, you're awake," I say softly.
I am wearing a semi-transparent black silk wrap. you can barely make out My form underneath, which is fortunate, for to see more is an honor not deserving of your eyes. I take My hands and caress your face gently, slowly moving My fingers down your neck and toward your breasts, which I cup and squeeze, one in each hand. My thumbs move up to finger your nipples, and I am not pleased that they aren't erect. I pinch them hard in punishment.
"you need to do better in pleasing Me, My pretty one," I coo in your ear, and seizing the opportunity, I softly bite your neck, sucking and nibbling until I leave a nice mark.
"No escape. you're Mine now," I whisper, and continue caressing your tender stomach, then down between your legs, just barely brushing your pubic hair.
"That tickles, doesn't it, My sweet? I remark, and began to scratch your inner thighs, not too hard, but enough to make you writhe, and leave some nice stripes to boot.
"Stop moving, or I will be very angry," I chastise, as I contine down to your feet, massaging each one in turn, quite tenderly.
"Just a little pleasure - your last - before I begin," I explain.
I walk over to the other side of the room, and you strain your neck to see what I am doing. you hear a creaking noise and are horrified to feel your feet begin to rise slowly off the table.
"you might not have realized the extent of My playroom," I explain. "your ankle cuffs are also attached to movable chains suspended from the rafters. In case I need to make adjustments, you see. I don't like to strain Myself when I begin to "feed," so it's vital that you are at the right height and angle for My comfort..."
Suddenly, I move faster, and you feel your legs all at once lifted and forced into a forty five degree angle off the table, you buttocks slightly raised so I can slip My palms underneath, if need be, for leverage.
"Oh, My love, I know it's a bit uncomfortable, but you must endure these things for Mistress. All right, it hurts , I suppose, but you see, I like that. Poor, poor butterfly."
I smile down at you and stroke your hair.
"So pretty. So...so inviting."
I'm looking down bewteen your legs lasciviously, and I move My tongue across My lips in anticpation.
Suddenly, I thrust three fingers inside you - in and out. In and out. In and out. Until I feel you getting wet. Bringing My fingers to My mouth, I lick them and remark,
"you taste very sweet. I will indeed feast tonight."
I take the middle and index finger of My right hand, place them on your pubic mound and causually spread open your lips.
"What a pretty little clit you have, My love. Why, it looks good enough to eat."
I bring My mouth down between your legs with the intention of kissing, but your writhing angers Me.
"How dare you fight against the will of your Mistress!" I scold. "Stop squriming!"
All at once , I capture your clit between My teeth, applying just enough gradual pressure to make you realize that the pain will cease only if you stop moving.
"Ah, good girl," I encourage as I stand up to get a glass of something you can't quite make out.
"Maybe I should be merciful with this one, since she seems to be trainable," I consider.
"Oh, but I'm ravenous," I sigh. "And you look so delectable..."

To be continue