<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="color: #FFBFBF">Sintrina Acantha</span></span></div><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #FFBFBF">Queen Sintrina</span></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://obraz-women.ru/sites/default/files/shutterstock_82491346-1.jpg">[ img ]</a></div><br/><br/>Sintrina watched as Deanna went to her hands and knees, undressing her. It was clear to Sintrina that Deanna was scared, worried that this was a trap. She couldn't blame her, considering her track record--but it was good to see that Deanna was sticking with what she had said.<br/><br/>Deanna was very tender with her and the Queen appreciated it. It wasn't often she was treated tenderly in bed. Not by her sidedish and not by Mikale.<span style="color: #FFBF00"><span style="font-style: italic"> "My Queen, I may be selfish, I may have wanted to have a better, safe life for myself, but never would I dare to command the Queen. You are the Queen and I am just your servant. You are calling the shots and please do with me like you want. I am all yours,"</span></span>Deanna said, her voice full of lust as she looked to the ground. Sintrina stood in nothing but her strappy, black stilettos and fine jewelry staring down at the woman who kneeled before her.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FFBFBF">"Get up Deanna, and go lay on the bed," </span>the Queen said, walking towards a chest of drawers. She opened the top one up to reveal many toys and treasures--things that she only used for special occasions. She looked back over her shoulder to make sure Deanna was doing as she was told and a small smile appeared on her face...a special occasion indeed. She turned back, grabbing a pair of cuffs and a long metal bar with restraints on either end.<br/><br/>She made a slow journey back to the bed, inspecting the items she had grabbed--checking their strength and gentleness. Both restraints had fuzzy lining in them to keep from cutting into the wrist and ankles of whoever wore them. Coming to where Deanna lay, she gently put the cuffs on her, fastening them to through a bar that had been hidden by the pillows. The headboard had been specifically designed for this sort of thing. Her hand dragged down from Deanna's wrist all the way down her side, hip, thigh, and finally ending at her ankles. She took her hands and pried Deanna's legs apart gently at the knees, then let both hands glide down to grasp her ankles once more.<br/><br/>She grabbed the bar, hooking one restraint to Deanna's left ankle, and then the other side to Deanna's right. It forced her to keep her legs apart and it was adjustable to go more narrow or wider. Sintrina had a feeling she wouldn't use the narrowing feature at all. Sintrina disappeared again only to return with two strong black pieces of thin rope. She looped one rope through a latch on the bar, only to tie it to the bottom of the bed. She repeated this action on the other.<span style="color: #FFBFBF">"Pull on the restraints, Deanna...."</span>Sintrina watched as Deanna tried to pull at them and was satisfied her movement was little to nothing.<br/><span style="color: #FFBFBF"><br/>"Do you like this so far, pet? Do you like being so vulnerable?"</span>Sintrina asked as she came over to Deanna's left side, leaning over the bed. She braced herself with her left hand, reaching out with her right to tweak the left nipple of Deanna. She kept the nipple pinched between her two middle fingers as she brought her palm down to gently kneed Deanna's breast.<span style="color: #FFBFBF"> "How should i use you today, Deanna? After you've been so very naughty..."</span>Sintrina's voice was soft and teasing as she looked into Deanna's eyes with her own piercing blue ones.