He tortured her with sensuality. Bringing her to the brink of undoing before refusing to fulfil it. Until the woman pleaded with him. He unfasted the binds around her hands, having given strict instructions that she was to place her hands upon the bed and make no attempt to touch herself and see desire realised. Sastra did as she had been instructed, not able to recognise herself and the whimpering wanton he had made of her. She wriggled her hips, her feet placed upon the floor. Eyes closed as she bowed her head and felt the strike of his hand upon her rear. She enjoyed it, revelled in it and the sharp stinging sensation that tore through her body. Something she knew would be forever associated with carnality and pleasure of deepest depravity.
She felt him hot, hard pressing against the
