Meeting Master
She pulled restlessly at the straps that bound her to the waist high table. Tossing her head, she once again tried to dislodge the blindfold, just enough to let in a hint of light, but to no avail. She stilled suddenly, holding her breath, trying to hear something, anything, so that she knew where he was. The pounding of her own heart in her ears was the only sound she heard. She jumped when his fingers grazed along the inside of her left calf, a brief feather touch ... and then nothing. She...