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splendid chill.
    “You need something to keep you warm, slave.”
    Sarah nodded, her hands at her side, loving how his voice deepened as he, too, settled into his role. Would he warm her skin with the deerskin flogger tonight? Or maybe the paddle? She glanced over at the table against the far wall but the blue covering prevented her from seeing the wonderful implements she knew he kept there.
    “First, however, you need binding.”
    He turned back a corner of the blue velvet and picked up a small coil of white cotton clothesline. “Keep your hands at your sides, my slave.”
    Sarah did as she was told as Phillip threaded the rope through the rings of her wrist cuffs and pulled her arms close to her body. Winding the rope tightly around her belly, he tied it off in the back. “Wiggle,” he commanded her.
    Obediently, she tried to pull her hands out of the ropes. She could bend over and thence bend her arms but she could not get them free. After a few minutes, she straightened and stilled, her shoulder-length hair falling into her face.
    “Hmm…we’ll have to do something about that.”
    Phillip left Sarah standing in the middle of the room and she remembered the first time he’d left her alone while bound. Then she’d been locked in a cage and her thoughts had gotten the better of her. Tonight, however, she could hear him rummaging around for something in the bedroom. He was back in a matter of minutes with an elastic hair band.
    “I want your hair out of the way tonight. Kneel.”
    With her hands bound to her sides, her kneeling wasn’t nearly as graceful as she’d practiced. Phillip’s hand steadied her and when she was down, he gathered her hair and pulled it into a ponytail near the top of her head. Once it was up, he pulled on the tail a few times, turning her head this way and that.
    “I like this, slave.” She could hear the grin in his voice, even though his hand on her hair prevented her from looking up at him. “You have lost control even of your head.”
    Her lips parted as he pulled her hair backward, forcing her to look up at him and she knew her pussy dampened.
    “Completely at my mercy.” He came around to the front of her, bending and steadying her as he pulled her to her feet. Once she was standing, his hand went again to her ponytail, taking control of her head. Using his other hand, he caressed the length of her exposed neck, putting his fingers around her throat and gently squeezing. Sarah swallowed hard against the sudden pressure. Her pussy flooded as she realized Phillip completely controlled her in everything—even her ability to draw a breath.
    She felt his breath on the side of her neck, his tongue caressing the lobe of her ear. Of their own volition, her arms tried to circle him but the ropes prevented them. She couldn’t get away and she couldn’t actively participate. A low moan escaped from her stretched neck.
    Phillip let her ponytail slide from his fingers and Sarah lowered her head, her lips searching, kissing his neck, his chin, finding his lips and opening to him, giving herself into his hands. His tongue, first softly exploring, turned to ravishment as the heat between them ignited, sending Sarah’s mind reeling. And when he pulled away, she was grateful that his hands steadied her, knowing she would have fallen if he hadn’t held her while the room came back into focus.
    “You will be even more at my mercy very soon, my slave.”
    He was playing mind games with her, she knew that. It didn’t matter. Her pussy gushed, filling the air with her musky scent.
    Phillip turned away from her now, reaching under the cloth for something different. Not until he pulled a short length from the round tube did she realize it was ordinary cling wrap.
    He placed it over her breasts, pressing them flat. “This will bind you tighter than any cords.” He pulled it up and she watched her skin rise with it, only to fall back quickly into place. Phillip put it over her face, covering