I peaked out from under my hair to see Master and Stan standing behind me. Stan turned to Master and said, "You know I believe you and Baby need some alone time. Could Kitten whip me up one of her special omelets?"
Master raised his hand and motioned to Kitten to come to him. "Kitten, I want you to go upstairs with Stan and take care him."
Kitten jumped up and swiftly moved to Master's side, the little gold plate catching the reflections of the candles through out the room.
Upon reaching Master's side, she lowered to her knees and raised her right hand to him. Dangling between her slender fingers were the nipple clips she had pulled out before she spanked me. I inadvertently moaned and all eyes darted back to me. I quickly lowered my head back to the floor.
"Baby, before Stan and Kitten leave us, I think we'll have a bit of fun. Baby, come here to me, next to Kitten." I rose up to a kneeling position; my hair cascaded forward to brush over my cold breast, which had lost a lot of their heat pressed against the floor. Pivoting on my knees I moved toward Master, careful not to let the weights scrape the floor. As I stopped next to Kitten I noticed Master had his hand in his pocket.
"Have you a coin by chance, Stan," Master asked. "Would you mind tossing if for me in just a moment?"
"Sure do, what’s the toss for?"
"What Baby’s punishment will be." Master look directly into my eyes. Their sparkling depths tossed out a challenge of their own. Chuckling to himself, Master kept eye contact with me. I watched as the little smile lines around his eyes appeared. "The coin toss, Baby, will be this; tails, and you get tied over the horse; heads, the massage table. Stan, toss the coin, please."
Breaking eye contact with Master, I watched the coin fly up into the air, make a lazy arch and slowly float back down to Stan’s out stretched hand.
"Heads." His voice echoed through the room and the vibrations jangled every single nerve ending in my body.
My eyes flew back to Master's face, "Wonderful. Fire and Ice, the massage table. Baby, get the ice out of the freezer. Crawl. You know how I want it. Kitten, take Stan upstairs and make him feel at home."
Going back to all fours I made my way to the freezer, my knees spread wide and the weights swing just above the floor. Pulling the door open frigid air enveloped me. I was shaken to the core as I felt the blood rush to both areolas, and my nipples hardened even more then they were. With the weights still attached and swinging free, I was completely open to the chill of the freezer. I pulled the cup of cubes out and closed the door as quickly as possible.
The door clicked shut. I was so intent on the things my body was telling, me I hadn't heard it open.
"While you're over there, get the blind fold and crawl up on the table."
Ideas flooded my senses and my body temperature rose in anticipation. My breathing came faster and my mind cleared. Reaching the table Master took the cup and blindfold from me. I crawled up onto the table, soft leather cradled my hands and knees. Master put the cup on the stand next to the wall.
"Stay kneeling, Baby," he said as he moved along the side of the table to my head. "You care to tell me why Kitten had not put these in place?" He swung the nipple clips in front of my face in a pendulum motion. "Why she was tanning your already rosy red rear?" His hand rested on my tail, cool and firm on my heated body. An involuntary spasm started the muscles in my legs twitching. I could feel his heart beat in his fingertips. Lowering my eyes from the swinging clips I rushed out in one breath, "Kitten was trying to gain my attention, Master".
"Your attention, Baby? What where you thinking about now?"
"I was remembering when Kitten was delivered to you, Master."
"Oh, yes, I remember that well." His hand shot up and my right nipple was pinched hard between his fingers. Rolling it roughly for a moment, he snapped the clip on. My hands almost left the table with the sudden impact of the metal to it. "Sit down, Baby, and let your legs hang over this side of the table."
He tugged on the chain to get me to move in his direction. I did as I was commanded. Cupping my left breast, his mouth lowered to it. His soft wet tongue teased my nipple and areola. Goose bumps covered my arms and I felt the hair rising on the back of my neck. He drew away and placed the other end of the clip on my wet nipple, the air chilling it, blood pounding in the tip. I was biting my bottom lip but a squeak still escaped. Laughing, Master tweaked it once. "Turn around, Baby."
I scooted around so that my back was to Master. A shadow descended over my head. I glanced up to see the blindfold coming toward my eyes and closed them. I was in total darkness. Master's hands moved gently on my shoulders. I felt myself go loose as he said, "Relax now, Baby and let me have control of your body." Drawing me down to lie flat on the table, he positioned my arms at my side.
The room grew very quiet and I heard only my breathing. Master's hands were on my head with his thumbs on my forehead, rubbing in a tiny circular motion. "Baby, I want you to relax totally," he said as his hands moved down my arms, grasping both my wrists in his firm grip. He brought them over my head, touching palms together. The soft lambskin cuffs circled my wrists.
The cuffs were cinched tight and I felt Master place a soft kiss on my fingertips. "Do you trust me, Baby?"
"Yes, Master."
"Baby, you know why you are here, don’t you?"
"Yes, Master. I touched myself while I was in the shower."
"Good girl, and are you allowed to do that, Baby?" Gawd, I felt about two inches tall, knowing I'd broken a rule and would be punished for it, but the worst punishment was that I disappointed and embarrassed Master. I heard it in his voice. I saw it in his eyes while Stan was here.
"No, Master, I'm not allowed to."
"So you broke a known rule, Baby?" There was that tone Master had when I'd hurt him. How many times had Master told me my actions were a reflection of him? Master never lost control; I on the other hand never had it.