I love her.She places her hand on me and my breath stops. I feel a surge of power in her touch. The pain I feel in my neck as she presses me down is n...rvana to me. I bend over, the ropes compressing my small but firm breasts. My nipples tingle. I tingle. She asks a question to which I answer, “Yes Mistress.” Then she leans me forward. I can’t see. My eyes are covered and my lips kiss the floor as I bend all the way over. I turn my face and my cheek touches the cold, cold wood. My small ass is. "Well," she thought "there are so many guests here every night, maybe he was here before." Just as she reached the coffee machine his friend got up and walked towards the exit when he turned around and said "Hey Jon," and continued in Dutch. HE replied something in Dutch as well, but even if it had been in English she wouldn't have understood,... "JON?!" That was her former Master's name. They were speaking Dutch, and her former Master was from the Netherlands. "No," she thought, "that would be. “You won’t be needing these any more” he growled, as he slid them roughly over my already tender ass and let them drop to around my ankles. While they’d hardly covered anything, I still blushed as I accepted I was now fully naked. I was totally on display, totally at his whim. “Bend over the stool.” As I leaned forward, I realised there were cuffs attached to each leg of the stool. Not hand cuffs, like you might see a police officer with, but leather cuffs, each on a short chain that was then. He saw me and it was sure that he recognized me as there was a naughty smile on his face showing his intentions. He pushed his body through the crowd and came to me while I was staring at him that how he managed to push himself through such crowd while I can’t even get my hands free. Then I noticed his body which was actually masculine. He was around 40’s yet had a wonderful body. Well he clearly noticed me looking at him with my mouth which I forgot to close.He took advantage and inserted his.