Present - The Rules

They fit pretty well even though she had never worn anything nearly that high. After that he put a leather collar around her neck, buckling it in the back. He guided her by the shoulders and once again make her stood near the fireplace again, and picked up the remote from a little table. He pressed a button on the remote, and a chain descended from the ceiling over her head. He put leather cuffs on her wrists and hooked them to the chain.

Then he fiddled with the buttons on the remote again until the chain retracted back enough to be a little tight, and she was almost standing on her toes, hardly using the spike heels at all.

He sat down in a nearby armchair, leaned back, and surveyed Regina placidly.

"I was right," he said. "You like this. Now answer my questions, and always address me as Nathan when you do. And keep looking at me no turning inward toward your own fantasy version of what's happening. No talking out of turn, either. You're here to tell me what I want to know. You can ask me questions later."

His questions were cold and clinical but still enunciated with the most careful civility. Age, height, weight, family, Diseases, allergies, sexual experience, in minute detail. He scribbled those down on paper.

For Regina it was hard to take a breath and find her voice, to keep looking at him, to remember to use his name. The fire was warm at her back, but she had to fight to keep off the shakes.

"Turn around," he said, again. "Show your ass."

This was tough, given the shoes and the tautness of the chain.

"Yes, Nathan" She did just as he said. He leaned over and grabbed her ass, middle finger in her pussy, and held her as though she were some yard goods he was considering buying. He used the other hand to trace the shape of her buttocks. She could feel their roundness below and the two dimples above, as though he had drawn a picture for her.

She had thought of buying grapefruit at the supermarket. All the images that flashed through her mind, in fact, were of buying things. Keeping hold of her, he used the hand that had been fondling her to slap her hard.

Regina gasped.

'What had I done to make him do that?' She thought with her eyes closed.

Regina opened her eyes and looked around to see what he was doing. But he was not doing anything, except to hold her a little tighter with those fingers. Mostly he was just looking at the spot he had hit, at the bright pink color, she guessed. It seemed to her he liked the way it looked and she realized that this had very little to do with her, or who she usually thought of as "me."

This had to do with the texture of her skin, the shape, and the heft of her flesh. she had been right when she had flashed on supermarkets and such. He was just checking the quality of his new merchandise just like she used to do while shopping, in a way he was also shopping.

'He had, after all, used the word "slave" out there on the balcony.' She thought, 'But, you know, I'd thought of it differently then, more as in "slave of love" or something equally silly.'