Spin the Wheel - White's Funhouse

He regarded her, slowly, his smile faint.

"Disrobe. Slowly." he commanded.

His face was dark but his eyes were full of light. Full of her.

"Turn." he gestured. Oh, yes. He would observe every inch of her.

"Face me." he commanded. "Kneel before me."

His smile widened as he leaned in, reaching over to caress her cheek. "You are most pleasing, pet."

She still did not move. But he could see her face, even if she couldn't ... or wouldn't ... look at his.

She was smiling. A smile that got even more wide when he touched her cheek. For the first time, she spoke.

"Thank you, Master."

There was no hitch to the words. She didn't sound hollow or mechanical. She was quiet, though. Barely more than a whisper.

"You trust me. Don't you?" he whispered almost with menace.

Again, she smiled. Still unmoving, other than her mouth to answer him.

"Of course I trust you, Master."

"Good." he whispered. "You've had three days to imagine what I would do to you. I want you to tell me everything you've imagined. Everything you've hoped for. Everything you've feared."

My, those really were fascinating shoes.

"I feared betrayal. I feared blood, or a bond. Part of me even feared death, I think." Her voice was clear and level, if pitched low. "I hoped for more. More of what you did to me back on the boat. I hoped you would take me again."

For once, even if she might have looked slightly embarrassed according to her face that betrayed any lie she might tell, she did not even hesitate to speak the words.

That, it was clear, may have even been hard for her.

His eyes flickered, perhaps in pleasure. He continued to caress her.

"Exception the boat... and the beach with the others... have you been with any of the other Kindred of this Domain?"

And her eyes drifted closed.

"One," she said, and this time it was a whisper.

He whispered. "Tell me."

Her voice grew a bit stronger. Still not a normal speaking voice, still soft. But stronger, nonetheless.

"Ethan," she answered. Still fascinating shoes. "Nosferatu." Something was keeping her from saying too much. Hard to tell what that might be, though. "Said he loved me."

"Mmm." he mused. "You seem most interested in my shoes."

In an instant, the smile was back, tugging at her lips again. Something on her face almost seemed amused when she spoke next.

"They are very nice shoes, Master. Also, until told otherwise or given permission, it would be inappropriate to look elsewhere. My attention is on you, clearly, but not so much that I forget myself."

Someone, somewhere, had definitely put her through some sort of training.

"Mmm. They could do with a little shining, I think. Why don't you take care of that for me. With your tongue."

"Enough. Very good pet." he smiled. He opened the drawer on the stand at his right and pulled out an object.

It was fine leather, though the inside was softly padded. The size seemed about right for her neck. The clasp in the middle led to a long linked-chain of good steel with a lead at the end. He set it down in front of her.

"You know what this is for?"

The moment that he said the word 'enough' she stopped. Once again, her back was straight, still unmoving, each hand resting on the opposite elbow behind her. She had a look of mild confusion when he sat the object down in front of her.

"No, Master," she answered truthfully when he asked her if she knew what it was for. Because, well, she just didn't. The first thought that crossed her mind was that of a dog's leash ... but that just didn't seem to fit.

Then again, she didn't have normal dogs. Hers were enormous, and needed no leash. In any case, she wasn't a dog. She didn't think.

"It is a leash and collar." he spoke calmly. "Did you think my calling you 'pet' was just a nickname?"

Her brows rose at the question, but if she had any odd thoughts, she didn't voice them. Instead, a look of mild curiosity crossed her face, even as her lips continued to smile. It was a pleasant look that she held, not upsetting in the least.

"I thought that you would call me as well as treat me any way you wished, Master. It is not for me to assume."

Wait ... what?

She blinked, but it seemed mostly to be blinking at herself and her own reaction.

He reached down and caressed her cheek. "Who trained you, pet?"