Ouch. I shift to try to relieve some of the mounting pressure in my legs. It feels like I've been kneeling for hours, though I'm quite certain it's only been 10 minutes, maybe 15. My feet are starting to tingle with the loss of feeling and a dull ache is slowing forming in my neck from keeping my head down.

Where the hell is he? What could he possibly be doing…..Oh, of course. This must be part of his game. Make me sweat it out. Try to unnerve me, test my patience…my obedience. See how long it will take until I become frustrated, tired. See if I'll still eagerly bend to his will when he finally makes his appearance. Bastard!

A few more minutes pass by and nothing. I am still here, in the dark, on my knees….waiting. Geez you would think a naked woman waiting in his room ready to be commanded would fuel a man's urgency. But oh no. Not him. He has endless self-control. Knowing I am in here, legs going numb, anxiety slowing building, patience running thin, this is only turning him on. Smug bastard!

Why did I agree to this? Oh yea! The sex! The sex that is undoubtedly, unquestionably the best to be had….ever. I smile to myself knowing what will be coming, if he ever makes it in here.

I shift again trying to get the blood moving through my legs. I contemplate standing and stretching but I decide against it. With my incredible luck he would open the door the exact moment I placed one foot flat on the floor. My ass would surely pay for that disobedience.

I have to applaud him on his patience, his control. I would have worked me over three fold my now. Is he really this cruel? I try to think back to some of our conversations. He droned on and on about pain, pleasure, stimulation, sensation. I was far too lost in his eyes. Far too distracted by his beautiful mouth, fantasizing about those lips all over me, to have comprehended all the information he was setting forth.

Maybe the waiting was part of that crap he had mentioned. I vaguely recall him talking about something to the extent of building the anticipation. Yes, that's what this is. He's trying to heighten all of this by forcing me to wait and wonder. Well, it's surely working.

I'm leaning forward, my hands on the ground, my ass off my heels searching for some relief when I hear the door creak. Crap! I quickly move back into proper position, silently praying he didn't notice my disobedience. Way to go girl, fail on the first night of the contract! I can't see him or hear him but I feel him. His presence invades and overpowers the room and I find myself trying to steady by breathing.

His feet come into view as he is now firmly standing in front of me. I feel his strong hands grasp either side of my face and pull my head up so my gaze falls upon his. His expression is nearly unreadable but there is a dark twinkle in his eyes. I gulp and release the breath that I had been holding. He smirks at me and I know he saw me out of position.

Shit!