“It’s all right, Brandy. Waiting for the master is something that happens in all D/s relationships. It is a sign of his dominance over us. He sets the schedule…and we must—”
The lights went out, and Brandy cried out.
“The power’s gone out. We’re trapped, locked up like sheep in a slaughterhouse!” There was a rattling of a chain and a thudding sound, and I realized that she had jumped her chain off the peg and landed on her knees.
In an instant she was up and running and promptly collided with something.
“Where are you going, little chicken?” asked a strong male voice.
“Let me go!”
“No, Brandy, you need a little discipline in your life. That’s what I’m going to do.” There was the sound of a scuffle and then a firm slap. I heard Brandy cry out, and then there were several loud claps
