Undercover Submissive by Michelle Hughes

whispered them in her ear and continued holding her against him.
    "Yes, M-master," the slight slap on her backside stung a little but the feel of his arm around her waist was strangely comforting.
    "Good girl," his lips lowered to her cheek and he placed a soft kiss there before letting go, walking toward a pair of metal bars. One bar hung high from the ceiling, the other lower at his feet.
    Without his arm around her, she felt bereft and her eyes sought him out.  He motioned her forward with his hand and she didn't think about not moving.  She walked until she stood beside him again.
    "I'm going to discuss everything in this room with you and then we're going to talk about their uses," he wanted her to understand the equipment here and encourage her to speak about her concerns openly before they began.  His hand went up to the chains hanging from the bar over her head.  "I can attach your cuffed wrists to these chains and lift you into the air, or just stretch your body as I flog you."  He saw the widening of her eyes and smiled patiently.  "You'll notice the clamps on the bar at your feet," he motioned with his hands so her eyes would follow, "these will spread your legs widely for my pleasure while we train."
    Cayce felt her breath catch in her throat at his words and lowered her eyes quickly.  The images in her mind of how he would pleasure himself with her body sent a strange shiver of anticipation and fear moving through her. She thought back to the list, remembering that she had agreed to be used by him sexually.   The thought gave her a strange feeling of fear and oddly filled her with need as well. 
    Walking over to a large chest, he opened it and pulled out four fur-lined cuffs, placing them on a small table at his side.  "Kneel for me," he demanded quietly.  She responded so well, he thought feeling encouraged as he watched her gracefully sink to her knees, her eyes lowered while her head remained up.  He was impressed with how well she was able to remember the correct position.  "Hands out, palms up with your arms extending straight in front of you."
    Without hesitation she followed his command.  There was a strange sense of calmness that came over her at having him make all the decisions.  As she felt one of her wrists encased, then the other, she was shocked to not feel frightened at all.  The slight pressure on her wrists from the cuffs was almost comforting. 
    "Stand", he waited until she found the position he had shown her earlier.  Her legs were parted widely, her hands were behind her back, and her breasts thrust forward as she lifted her shoulders.  Beautiful, he thought to himself as he lowered to encase her ankles in the fur-lined leather cuffs. "Unless you are showering, you will keep these on this week, now kneel again for me."
    He didn't wait to see if she complied, instead he walked over to s small cupboard and pulled out a slender white leather collar.  It was devoid of any decoration except a sterling silver loop.  "Lift your hair for me," he waited until she had followed his order before securing the collar around her slender neck.  "Now you are mine," he enjoyed the sound of the words and smiled.  "Stand for me again," he wanted to see her body standing proudly before him, showing his claims of ownership.
    The collar around her neck was a strange feeling, but not one that she found she minded.  Standing with a slow grace, she returned to the pose he had taught her earlier this evening.  With her eyes lowered she could still see that he moved around her, and knew he was studying her body.  The nervousness she had felt earlier about being nude in his presence was dissipating, and she wondered if the strange cuffs and collar he placed on her was the reason.
    "Follow me," he walked over to a leather spanking bench and patted it, "crawl on." he needed her to feel comfortable with all the equipment here, but his true motive on this apparatus was to give her a small taste of