With slightly narrowed eyes, she watched him rise. Her muscles in her arms coiled, ready to give a correcting swat should he decide against listening to his command. But, he climbed onto table without need for reproach. She did not know if she was saddened or joyous over such a thing. But soon, she knew, happiness would be abound.<br/><br/>Speaking of being bound, once Daniel settled himself onto the table, she slipped her wrist through the loop of his leash, freeing up her hands so that she might take hold of his wrist. Looking down in his face, she allowed her expression to soften into something more comforting. "Relax." She murmured soothingly, and then she placed his right hand at the top of the board, and secured his arm in an upright position with the leather straps. After fastening the buckle, she moved around the table so that she might lash down his other hand. Her face was neutral, as though she were sewing or playing the pianoforte.<br/><br/>Now that he most assuredly was not going anywhere, she reached to his neck so that she might unfasten the lead from his collar. Moving over to the sideboard, she placed the leash on top, before returning back to her slave and attaching his ankles to their bonds. His arms would be straight up over his head, and his legs, straight down and natural. "Do not fear the loud noises, and do not fight the motion or you are risking personal injury." She drolled dully, and went to the side of the table where all the cogs and controls lie. A hand would grasp a crank wheel, and she'd begin to turn it. Slowly, the arms would start to descend, moving them into a position to where they were pointing out and away from the body. Then, her hand moved over, and began to crank the one that controlled the leg panels. These would begin to spread apart. Her look was on him, intense and unwavering, her hands adjusting the table as if of their own volition.