My Heart, My Thorn

I have signed to be his loyal slave and he my master. I have signed away freedom. What have I done? I have taken off my clothes as he's asked. Am shaking, naked in front of him. "Lay on the table." He orders. I obey. I don't argue. I can't argue. "Spread your legs open." His voice, a caress, yet firm. I shakily obey. My legs timidly spread before him. The cold air drifts to me. "Now, Andria, touch yourself. Touch yourself until you moan." I look at him shocked. I have never done that before... "Do you want to rescind on your decision?" He asks, darkly... I swallow. I don't want to. My body tenses, but I ease it. I shut my eyes. Allow his voice carry me, as one finger tentatively slides into my dark underwear. Slow. Shaky. I apply soft strokes...circles. I touch my folds. I let out a moan..