Her head was bowed so that Her glorious crown of soft blonde slightly curly hair fell across the face he knew to be the picture of feminine beauty. ...er delicate, fine white hands were clasped demurely in front of Her as She waited to be noticed. Daniel could have happily sat just drinking in the sight before him for the rest of the day but sadly he had worked to do, though what it was would certainly not be a chore… Clearing his throat, his voice still a little cracked he asked; . The main part of the cabin had a fire pit in the center of the main living area. There was always plenty of deadfall in the woods around the area to keep him supplied with firewood.Bill had lived there for a little over three years and he had a German shepherd dog for a companion. There was only one way in and one way out via a four wheel drive “road”. Bill had internet access from a satellite dish but there was no cell phone service.Bill was working on his latest book project one early spring. “Do you really know how to tie someone up?” she asked. Her brown eyes were flecked with gold and as the sun shone on the side of her face, it seemed she became a statue dedicated to the image of innocence.“Do you trust me?” as I stepped back up the aisle slowly toward her. “We are here in a store, hundreds of people here. If you like, I could teach you in five minutes how to safely and securely tie someone’s hands securely. But it really is not about knots. It is about, trust.”“How would. But he was a man, and I was a naked slave. I dropped to my knees, my thighs wide, leaning forward to kiss and caress his knees and thighs. "Would master care to make use of this slave?" I begged."What can you do for me?" he asked."Whatever master can imagine, and many things besides," I said, looking up at him with my lips parted sensuously. It was a standard response."Very well. Take me to a private room," he said."Oh, thank you, master," I said, covering his feet with kisses. I was truly.