"You can get up now, my dear," He said, tugging on my leash.

Gratefully, I climbed to my feet. My knees were stiff and sore.

He put His penis back in His pants and led me to the mirror. We stood before it, Him holding my leash and me with my hands clasped behind my back. He never told me to stand that way, I just adopted it on my own. It looked nice, I thought, slightly submissive while at the same time accentuating my breasts. My hair was slightly disheveled and my face was still a little flushed. My chin was wet from His come and drops of it left shiny trails from my breasts down my abdomen. I looked cheap and sexy. I liked it.

"It is fortunate that you did not spill on the carpet," He said. "Otherwise, I would have to punish you. I do not think you would like that."

"I'm sure you would only do it if it were for my own good, Master."

He left me alone in the room. One of the closets had a sink and a complete arsenal of cleaning supplies. Although He hadn't instructed me to, I surmised that as a maid, I should clean the room. I took a dust cloth and pump bottle and set out to do a preliminary cleaning to orient myself to my new environment.

I was already familiar with the overstuffed armchair and display case of assorted dildoes and vibrators. Against another wall was what looked at first like a massage table. It was about three feet high and upholstered in soft brown leather. Attached to each corner of the table by a thick strap, was an adjustable leather restraint. On closer examination, I saw that the whole table was split and hinged so that it could be opened up into the form of an "X".