Scott gazed down at Jade, bound face down on a spanking bench. The wooden piece had a black leather padded top that tilted down slightly toward the head.
Head down, ass up, Scott thought, smiling to himself.
Jades wrists were cuffed to padded armrests, and her ankles to padded kneelers that angled out, offering access to her intimate spaces. Had Jade been his personal submissive, Scott might have stripped her naked, but given the fact that they didnt actually know each other, he opted to leave her clothes on. He could always move aside her thong to fuck her, which he fully intended to do, but not before meting out some punishment.
Not that shed done anything truly punishment-worthy. But according to Jades list, she liked pain. Which hed deliver. This is why I dont prefer a slave, Scott mused. But tonight, he was a Master.