Free Restraint (Mistress & Master of Restraint) by Erica Chilson

in my room with my blackout drapes. I run my hand up his back, imprinting his lean build in my mind. He pushes back into my hand, as if enjoying and seeking more of my attention.
    I realize I should be terrified, but with my pas t it would take a group of gangbanging sadists to frighten me. This is just one man- not four. Master Ez radiates an aura of power that actually calms me. Yeah, who knew, Katya is fucked in the head.
    “We’re going to put this on and be a good girl, aren’t we?” Master Ez says in a coaxing tone, as if he expects me to disobey. Maybe he does know me.
    I moisten my lips with my tongue before I speak, “y ... es?” It comes out sounding like as question.
    “Good.” A sleep mask snaps onto my face blanking out any available light. The Boss wants me blind. I swallow down the panic that threatens to overtake me. A lot of survivors have an issue with darkness. It reminds them of what they survived. But for me, my violation was on a gorgeous sunny day. The darkness feels safer somehow.
    “Katya, if you take that off , your punishment will be severe,” Master Ez threatens in a calm and calculated voice. “I won’t enjoy it, that’s how bad it will be. Do you understand me?” He sounds like he’s not messing around. I’m rendered speechless. He takes my non-response as affirmation and leaves the bed. I can’t see and my hearing increases. I think he turns my lamp on by the click to my left.
    “How did you get in, Master Ez?” breathlessly flows from my parted lips. “I have a lot of locks. How?” 
    Inste ad of verbally answering, a deep long-suffering sigh erupts from his chest. I’m sure if I could see, Master Ez would have an exasperated expression on his face.
    “Ah, I forget. The Boss is omnificent: he can do anything, and is everywhere.” It’s hard to be mocking with a mask on and a stalker in your room, but I manage to pull it off.
    “I have another gift for you, ” he does mocking better than I do.
    Master Ez touches my wrist and I flinch back in pain. Blindly, I try to scramble off the bed and get away. If this were my room at my parents’ house, I could traverse it in the dark. Thirty years of knowing your surroundings will do that for you. But I’m at a severe disadvantage. I just moved here a few weeks ago, so I end up running into my dresser, banding my knee on a drawer pull. I sharply hiss as my perfume bottles rattle together- their tinkle and my hiss is the soundtrack for my assault.
    A harsh yank to my hair stops me in my tracks. Pain radiates around my skul l, firing misery down my nerve pathways. Master Ez’s hand tightens in my hair, wrapping and wrapping the two feet of red curls around his fist. I halt, suspended from his hand. The only sound I hear is my tortured gasps.
    “Bad Kat!” A large hand swats my ass- hard. An animal-like noise rises from my throat as the sting spreads across my ass and radiates up my back and down my thighs. Master Ez dwarfs me. His hand is the size of my entire ass. I should scream, cry, fight back, or run. I shamefully freeze as moisture runs down my thighs, and it’s not the kind from fright. Mortified by my arousal, I quiver as Master Ez uses my hair to control me, dominate me.
    “That was for trying to run. You will ob ey me or get punished.” Master Ez’s voice is stiff with barely leashed fury. He hauls me to the bed and arranges me. I’m completely pliant, his to render in any fashion. He arranges me on the bed as he sees fit, flat on my back, hands overhead. I lay completely taken over by the ache and sting in my body. It hurts so bad tears threaten to spill from my eyes.
    “You wound me. I b ear gifts and you try to run. That is unacceptable, Katya.” His voice sounds hurt, and the tears are no longer a threat. They fall rapidly as his disappointment rolls over me and takes me under.
    Something soft is placed around my wrists- my gifts? Feather-light touches skid across my tender red skin. The soft mixed with