He unfastened all the bonds as I sat quietly on the bike. Well, quiet except for the rapid breathing which was slowly settling down to a normal rate. I flinched and gasped as he removed the clamps, then he helped me off the bike. My legs were surprisingly shaky and weak. I hadn't felt this shaky while sitting.

He walked me back to the suite and I lay on the bed while he started the shower. The shower was wonderful, the water steamy hot and the spray vigorous. It did much to restore my strength. Chuck dried me with big fluffy towels and we sat and enjoyed a dinner together.

After the little man who wears slippers came and cleared away our dinner impements, Chuck led me to the bed and caressed me. The soft stroking made me languid, limp, a doll in his grasp. Every time I tried to reach out to him, he gently laid my hands back on the bed linens. Soft cries and moans escaped me. Gasps of pleasure, accompanied by pleas of gratification. I felt liquid, seductive, and treasured while languishing in his arms.

I heard Chuck sigh softly as he stroked my arm and he said, "I hope you enjoyed yourself so far today, Stella. We have some fun lined up for this evening. It may challenge you a bit, but I think you can handle it."

I had only known Chuck since yesterday, but he had touched me, and I was ready to place myself into his keeping at a moment's notice. I felt treasured, protected, adored and I also knew that he would not hesitate to use firm control to guide me. I turned my head, smiled at him and nodded. "Yes, I have enjoyed myself, and I would love to continue. If it would not offend you; I would like to call you Master, or Sir"