Servant and Master

Part 4

Morgana stood outside the door to the hovel, stock still, as she had for the last few minutes. She looked into the basket she was carrying at the few items it contained. A few materials from the forest and a little applied magic had rendered her with some useful tools. It was full dark outside and had been for the better part of an hour. Not having lit any candles before she left, she knew the interior would be pitch black until she lit the few candles she had sitting in various places. Glancing back in the basket, she took a deep breath, steeled her resolve, and opened the door.

Merlin had heard Morgana walk up to the door. He waited in tense anticipation for her to enter but she seemed to just be standing out there and not entering. Her perceived reluctance to enter only served to heighten Merlin's anxiety. What was she planning to do that required her to think about it? That thought made him shake slightly. For anything that even Morgana had to second guess, couldn't be good. The fear and anticipation caused all his muscles to tense and even his cock rose to attention ready for battle. The darkness of the room only intensified the moment as he stared in the direction of the door. Time seemed to stand still in those few minutes, in his mind he was standing on the edge of a vast precipice ready to jump into the abyss. When the door opened he mentally leaped, using his magic to fortify his strength and he tensed even more, ready, he hoped, for what was to come.

Morgana walked brusquely in and sent a wave of magic around the room lighting the candles and setting the fireplace ablaze. Under different circumstances it would have appeared welcoming and cozy. As it were, the tension that automatically descended between its two occupants made the room immediately stifling. She immediately walked to where the naked and vulnerable Merlin lay, making note of his erection and smirking. Oh yes, she definitely had the upper hand here.

"Hello Merlin, I see you missed me." Morgana mocked jutting her chin at Merlin's obviously rigid member.

"So it would seem, Mistress?" Merlin replied, staring pointedly at Morgana's breasts.

The smile on Morgana's face only faltered for a half second but Merlin caught it and mentally clapped himself on the back. The moment was short lived however when he caught the look in Morgana's eyes.

Morgana gave him a speculative look. Setting down the basket on the nearby table, she turned and faced Merlin with one hand on her hip.

"I think a little rearranging is in order." Morgana flicked her wrist up and before Merlin even knew what was happening he was jerked loose from the floor and he found himself twisting and turning in the air as the ropes rearranged his body painfully. When he was finally still, he was dangling from the ceiling, suspended off the floor, belly side down, level with Morgana's waist. His arms were pinned behind his back so that the elbows were tied together leaving his shoulders feeling like they were about to pop out of socket. His legs were trussed up and bent at the knee, his heels digging painfully into the flesh just below his buttocks due to the ropes tied tightly around them. Somehow they were being forced to stay spread wide but Merlin couldn't turn his head to see how because it to was forced back in an almost neck breaking angle, the rope tightening around his throat if he tried to look down. Merlin's head reeled from the sudden change of position. He kept his eyes on Morgana waiting for her next move while waiting for the room to stop spinning. Merlin watched as she walked toward him with a small swagger, the leather strap from earlier that day, and something else that was small enough to fit in the balled fist of her other hand.

Morgana watched Merlin as she walked to him noting his eyes briefly flicker to what was in her hands before he met her eyes and kept eye contact with her until she circled and stood beside him. His breathing was speeding up now that he couldn't see her clearly to see what was coming. Morgana stared at her handy work, pulling the ropes and testing their strength to be sure they wouldn't give, sending a little magic reinforcement to their strength.