Master dragged the strap across her ass, flicking his wrist, making tiny little impacts.  Then he brought it around front of her and up to her lips.  She kissed it as she was required to.  She turned her her head and nuzzled it with her cheek and breathed in the scent of the oil she had rubbed into just a couple days ago.

 “Is this what has pet in such a state?  Does pet want to play?”  Dacia nodded.

 “Yes, Master,” she answered, fingers flashing and swirling, carving words into the air in front of her.  “Will Master please give this pet the honor of being kissed by his strap tonight?”

 “Mmmm,” Master purred, “I do so enjoy it when pet waxes poetic.  And she did do such a good job of preparing my strap for tonight.”  He ran the tips of his fingers over it as he considered.  His impossibly long fingers, forceful and precise.  Dacia could feel them probing deep inside her, as they had last night.  They had driven her to the edge of madness time and time again, but Master had denied her release.  And now, with the added stimulus from tonight, she was ravenous.

 Dacia studied him there pondering.  For an instant, not long enough to get her even more trouble, her eyes narrowed and her jaw clenched.  “I hope you’re happy!” she wanted to scream at him.  “You have made me into this creature.  The least you can do is allow me a bit of relief!”  Instead she vigorously circled her right hand in front of her chest.  “Please.”

 Master raised his eyebrows, but didn’t comment.  Instead, he hooked the strap back onto his belt and stepped towards her.  He took Dacia’s face in his hands and kissed her forehead.  “I’m sorry, pet, but I can’t.”

 Dacia put her hand to her forehead and brought it forward and down sharply, her thumb and little finger extended. “Why?”  She could no longer hide her frustration.  Master noticed and paused for a moment.  Dacia felt horrible immediately and lowered her eyes.  What had gotten into her?  Surely she had crossed the line this time.

 Master stared down at her, not angry as she expected, as he had every right to be, but he seemed genuinely sorry.  He didn’t owe her an explanation, but he gave one anyway.  Siwa has returned early from his trip to Zvereva and apparently has some big news of which he is very proud.  We asked him to wait to share until tomorrow, but he refused.”  Master rolled his eyes.  “And you have seen how he gets when he doesn’t get his way.”

 “You should see me when I don’t get my way!”she growled in her head, but her hands stayed balled at her side.  Instead, she just nodded.

 A whistle pierced the din of the party.  Across the terrace, a bald head poked out of an open door.  Master waved its owner off and it disappeared back inside.  “I am summoned,” he said wearily.  “I will do all I can to keep this meeting brief.  I will be effusive in my praise so that he gets his fill and not ask too many questions.”  He smiled down at her.  “Please try to have some fun.”  Dacia nodded again and returned his smile with a wistful one of her own.