Pulled to her feet and forced onto the bed, Chessa breathed out heavily as she felt her master behind her. She couldn't suppress the soft moan that escaped her throat as she felt him press up against her ass and growled. "I will try to get better control over my shifts."
A part of her wanted to look back and see what he was doing, but she knew that would only aggrivate him more. As her tied the rope around her ankles and then tied her to the bed, she stiffened some. No way of fighting back scared her prefusely, especially with him as her master. Completely wrapped in rope now, she muffled a sound of distress as she fell forward on his bed.
Crying out with the slap of wood on her ass, Chessa gritted her teeth at his use of the word whore again. She hated that word with a fiery passion. Burying her face in the covers, she silently screamed her anger, frustration, and pain.