Ambers torment

5 inches in height and once laced up, they mold to show off her curvy shapely legs. Sipping the water from the bottle, Amber checks herself over to make sure all jewelry is removed and her appearance is correct. Reading down the list one more time for her instructions she sets the letter down and turns off the lights as she moves from the sleeping quarters back down the loggia to the den. The heels tap out so nicely as she crosses the stone tiled loggia.

Checking the computer, there is a note from Master, "I will be delayed at work a while longer so do not go down to the playroom yet, my slut. Make yourself a snack, make sure you are hydrated for You will be down awhile. Tiddy the kitchen and the den and Await My instructions." It was signed, "Master Commands." Sighing and whimpering a bit, Amber squirms a bit as her mind races through all her thoughts both erotic and not. Standing and teetering in the boots, Amber goes to the kitchen and makes a sandwich of bread and meat, finishes her water and gets to her chores quickly. Resisting the urge to fondle herself, Amber quickly finishes her task as she hears the chime on the computer ring out. Hurrying to the computer, Amber sees the note from Master to proceed down stairs and prepare herself for his arrival.

Aughh...the peace, the comfort, the sensuous feelings that comes from entering the playroom and clicking the light and taking in the expanse again. Going over to the wall to select the items required for this session, made Amber tingle and the selections are made according to the instructions: thick leather cuffs for the ankles and wrist, penis shaped gag, blindfold. Then the three items for discipline where selected. The words of caution came to her mind, 'nothing wimpy, nothing that you enjoy feeling, find the items you think you enjoy the least as I know you rarely see what is used on you. If you choose poorly, then you will have that instrument used on You harshly, plus two sets of 6 with the English cane.