<strong>Torture Room - Dimitri &amp; Kat</strong><br/><br/>"Good, very good, such a sweet little girl," Dimitri muttered softly as he herded Kat across the room.  The room sang with the sound of his hand on her flesh, but it stopped as he reached a padded bench.  There was no end to the options and equipment arrayed around this area, just one of many in the room.  But Dimitri did not require much, especially not for a first session.<br/><br/>"Take your dress off now," he ordered Kat, coming to stand still, hands clasped in front of him . He was still fully dressed in his tailored suit, and looked to not have ruffled it a bit.  Only his reddened hands showed any sign of what he had been doing.  "Give it to me."  He took the dress from her when she had doffed it and folded it neatly, setting it aside.<br/><br/>"Onto the bench, up on your knees," he ordered her, guiding with his hands to get her just where he wanted, centered on the bench.  It was not particularly high, leaving her just as high kneeling as she had been standing.  "Put your hands behind your back, Katherine.  Such a young thing, are you a very flexible girl, Katherine?"  He pulled down a chain suspended over them, down to hang behind her.  "Clasp your hands together."