The Toymaster's Castle

Chapter Fifteen - Acquiescence

"Right," Daniel said as soon as we were home, "clothes off and stretched out on your bed."

"I'm just not interested," I snarked back at him. How could he possibly be thinking about that sort of stuff at a time like this?

"As I would have thought we had successfully established by now," he responded coldly, "what you want, and, in particular, what you think you want, is utterly irrelevant. Remember, you are nothing but a toy for my pleasure and amusement. Do as you are told instantly or the consequences for you will be considerably worse."

"Go to Hell!" I pretty much snarled back at him. "I've just about had enough of your crap!"

"Oh good!" he said. The smile he gave me was much more frightening than anger would have been.

Suddenly, I had been thrown over his shoulder and was being carried through the flat. And it only took me a couple of seconds to realise that he wasn't carrying me towards my room. We were heading towards his playroom.

"Listen..." I tried desperately. "I'm sorry... I'll be a good girl!"

"You certainly will be sorry... and I strongly suspect that you are going to be a good girl from now on... or, to be more precise, a good toy."

He must have noticed the way I bristled in response to his words because he chuckled slightly and patted me on the bottom

He carried me into his playroom and placed me on my feet in front of an odd looking bit of equipment - it was a bit like one of the weight bench things from the multigym, with all sorts of padded cushions, except that this one was upright. "Remove your clothing and stand with your face to the rack," he instructed me as if it was the most normal thing in the world.

When I hesitated, he gave a little laugh. "You do not want to even think about the consequences of failure to obey."

That had me tearing my clothes off and leaning against the thing for him. He secured me to it with various straps and, unusually, he let me keep my legs together.

Then he started setting the thing up for me... or, I suppose, to be more accurate, for himself!

He carefully adjusted the position of the various padded supports so that my breasts and face were poking through some strategically located gaps. And, when he was satisfied with that arrangement, he pressed a button and, with an electrical whirr, the thing folded me over so that my hips were basically bent at a right angle.

Another button... and another whirr... had me lifted up and tipped forward slightly... presumably to put me at a convenient height and angle... and then my legs were slowly pulled apart... and I realised that there were more gaps in the supports which left everything down there utterly exposed and defenceless.

And, for some weird reason, that nasty thought sent a delicious shiver through my whole body!

At last he seemed satisfied with the way in which I was presented for him... tied down and spread out and utterly helpless. He enjoyed the display for a while and it gave me the chance to remember that I'd just got back from my mother's funeral... and that I didn't want him to be doing this with me.

So when he ran his hand gently over my bottom, I guess my whole body bristled in indignation.

He chuckled and then gave me a sharp little pat on the quim.

Again I bristled but, this time, there was a distinct gasp too.

So he just gave me another gentle pat.

I tried to fight against the feeling for a while as he continued to play with my body. It just didn't feel right to be doing this right now. But, of course, I was utterly helpless to resist. And as my desire... my need... mounted, I let out a deep sigh that came from the depths of my heart.