the mind can wander from time to time.
'She lies waiting and spread-eagled on the four poster bed, the warmth of a summer's evening still thick in the air. Her hair tumbles across the creamy white of her shoulders, which contrast sharply to the black corset that tightly constricts her waist. Despite the dying light the marks of the whip stand out on her back, crimson on pearl, a sign of his earlier displeasure. Beneath the black hourglass of the corset her buttocks are bare and already a deep pink, the butler had taken his task of 'preparing her' a little more literally than perhaps intended. Her stocking clad legs are spread wide and restrained to the corners of the bed, revealing what she most wishes to hide.
On the bed next to her lie a strap, a crop, a flogger and a cane. She breathes deeply, the breath of one who knows what is to come and has accepted her fate. Hearing footsteps coming up the stairs she closes her eyes, clenches her fists and waits.'