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throw me down
and fuck me.
    “I think it’s time I have a proper look at you.” Master Clay
withdrew his fingers from my pussy. “Over to the St. Andrew’s.”
    He let go, and I hissed as a fresh wave of pain shot through
my nipple. I watched as it went from white to angry red.
    “Leona, now.”
    He spanked me, two hard swats.
    I had to clench my teeth to keep from saying something.
Frustration that he’d made me feel something so intense yet not brought me to
orgasm was burning inside me.
    Stepping out of the discarded camisole, I made my way over
to the St. Andrew’s Cross. With each step I took the frustration melted away
under a fresh onslaught of anticipation.
     

Chapter Three
     
    The closer I got, the slower my
steps. The St. Andrew’s Cross was more complex than I’d first thought. The main
body was a large “X” shape. Each arm was a foot wide and covered in black
leather with straps spaced evenly along it. There were small steps attached to
the bottoms of the lower legs and the whole thing was mounted to a large black
box on the floor.
    Master Clay touched my back, urging me forward. For a second
I resisted before giving in and letting him push me another foot closer.
    “You’re reluctant.”
    “I’m sorry, Master Clay.” My voice trembled. “I’m…”
    “You’re scared. Aroused and scared.” He stroked my breasts
as if I were a cat he was petting. “I will show you how it works. Remain where
you are but spread your legs. Arms behind you, cross your wrists one over the
other at the small of your back.”
    I did as he ordered, waiting as he inspected my posture.
    “Arch your back, push your breasts forward. Better.”
    With the posture belt on I was aware of how my back arched,
aware of my rib cage and each breath I took.
    “This is a St. Andrew’s Cross. As you can see it’s not a
true cross but an X. The lower pieces are longer than the top, ensuring that a
sub’s ass is blow the center when bound to it. This ensures easy access to her
pussy and ass.”
    Master Clay circled the cross, moving between shadow and
light. His eyes never left me. He reminded me of a panther stalking prey in the
jungle and I was the prey—prey so foolish and eager to feel the panther’s touch
that I’d go willingly into the trap.
    “This one is more elegant than most.” He stopped by one side
and tapped his foot on something on the floor I couldn’t see. The cross rotated
back, the lower pieces lifting until it lay flat like a bed. Another tap of
Master Clay’s foot and it rotated back to vertical.
    “There are a few more little tricks, but I find that this
offers me complete control over a sub’s body and the flexibility to improvise
within a scene.”
    Master Clay started pulling open the Velcro straps. Each rip made me flinch. When he was done he faced me.
    “Well, Leona? Are you ready to really submit?” He gestured
to the cross.
    Before I could give in to the fear I walked into the light.
“Yes, Master.”
    His lips quirked. “Turn, back to the cross. Stand on these
steps.”
    I backed up until my skin hit cold leather. I reached up and
held the upper pieces as I stepped up onto the small platforms on the bottom of
each leg of the cross. The posture spread my legs lewdly. My pussy throbbed.
    “Lovely.” Master Clay dropped to one knee and strapped my
legs down at ankle, below the knee, above the knee and thigh. Next he added a
strap across my waist, over the posture belt. The second layer across my
midsection made me feel as if I couldn’t take a deep breath. I found myself
breathing quickly and only from the top of my chest. Somehow that seemed to
make me more aroused.
    “Raise your arms, lay them along the upper pieces.”
    I did as he ordered. Instead of Velcro straps he attached
short chains to the D-rings in the cuffs, meaning my arms were far less
fettered than my legs.
    Master Clay took a step back, examining his handiwork.
“There’s something missing.”
    He took the collar