Your loving and devoted slave

Genre: BDSM Erotica I woke up tied to a long black leather table. My blindfold and long coat had been removed and my eyes quickly searched the room. I was alone. My legs were wide spread, my feet resting high in stirrups tied tightly with thick white rope and my hands secured together above my head. The walls and ceiling were entirely mirrored. Nothing else was in the room except for a small flat topped, white stand, with a drawer on top. A swift current of fear swept through my chest. My breathing quickened and I wondered where you had gone. A few minutes passed and I strained to listen for any movement or sound. My body jerked nervously when finally one of the mirror slats slid open and a thin, tiny man stepped into the room. He smiled as he approached the table. Panic surged through me and I snapped my head away from his touch as he placed a finger lightly on my cheek. His voice was deep with a very strong British accent. 'Hello sweet beauty. Your Master left you here for me to play with.'